Flatford

Everything started as planned; I had the day off, and met up with Mum to pop into town for a few bits I need for holiday. Next stop was the bird feed shop, where we stocked up for her garden, lugged it into the boot of her car. As she was taking the trolley back, I shut the boot just as she told me to remember to get her keys out. I've often wondered what would happen in that situation, and the answer is; not much. There's basically no easy way to get car keys out of a locked boot. Our only hope was that there would be a spare key back at home, so we caught a taxi to mine, picked up my car and raided every possible drawer at Mum's. We found one contender, but took a bag full, incase one of the others happened to jimmy it open. We convinced ourselves on the way that our one hope wouldn't work, but our luck was in and it worked first time! Phew! I cost us a few quid and a couple of hours, but it could have been lots worse! We still made it over to Flatford as planned and arrived just in time for a very late lunch and some browsing in the shop.