Front door key

This is my front door key. My only front door key.

It would take me far too long - and I'd bore myself, let alone you - to explain why but, practically, I could really do with two.

Today, at rather short notice, I took my daughters' car into Kendal to get a slow puncture fixed. As is the way with these things, this rapidly morphed into two new tyres, "balancing" and new stabilising links (or something).

While the garage man was inventing new ways to pillage my debit card, I wandered up into Kendal. "Short notice" meant no breakfast or coffee but I found an ace little café - TT's Diner - on Strammongate and, although it was just me, I couldn't resist taking this table for a full English and a couple of large Americanos served in reassuringly hefty mugs.

Appetites sated, I ventured further up into Kendal. For no reason other than quintessential self-indulgence I went to WH Smith to buy ink cartridges (I already have spares) and ended up buying a new pen.

As I emerged, I spotted Timpsons across the road and suddenly remembered my long standing plan to get a second front door key. I thought I might do this before the man from the garage rang again asking how much change I had in my pockets.

As it turned out, I certainly didn't have enough for a new key. "At least £80, I'm afraid. We'd have to send it off and get it cast. Haven't done one of these for a while but the last one was about £80, maybe a bit more."

So, just the one front door key for me.