Reminds me of what happened a few years back with our diesel Conny.
One set of keys went “missing” and both me and the missus blamed each other.
Several months passed then one day I went into a jacket pocket (don’t know why) that I hadn’t worn for a considerable time and found the keys. Doh!
Not wanting to admit blame I informed the missus “I’ve found the missing keys” Oh ! Where she enquired, I found them lying down behind the stereo speaker in the corner. Liar she retorted. No really they were on the floor.
Your telling lies Jim as you found them in your black leather jacket....... because I put them there.
Oh! you can’t beat a woman, apparently she had found them in one of her hand bags and not wanting to accept blame she stuffed them into my jacket pocket. It was only a few days later that I found them.
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