Lost key

Football until 20h and then a friend drops me at my door. After waving him goodbye, I search for my house keys. Nothing. My wife's away, having dinner with a couple of friends, so I search again. And again. And again. No luck.

Oh well, the restaurant's just a 10 minute walk from home, so let's go there...

The slightly fancy establishment is full and there's a queue of people waiting. I'm still in my football clothes, having changed the t-shirt, but with my Sweaty and Smelly Look. I phone R and she comes to pick me at the door.

I join them and, after a nice shrimp salad, some sangria and caipirinha, I'm satisfied and lightly tipsy.

Afterwards, I take the chance we are right next to Padrão dos Descobrimentos to get some photos.

Although it's seen by some as a symbol of the years of fascist dictatorship, it's still an impressive monument, representing Portugal's main figures during the Discoveries period of European history.

I'm home now. The keys were on their drawer, by the entrance. Will now take the much needed bath. The end.