Wednesday, 12th April.
At the Dawes Road Palace, everyone keeps their keys in the same place,
and that way everyone knows who's "in" or "out".
My keys don't have a distinctive keyring, just a plain old metal keyring. "We have to get
you a keyring mate" said Jules. "We could get him a Rover keyring" suggested Simon
I said that I was quite happy with just a plain keyring. Everyone knew that the plain
keyring was me, and that was just fine by me.
This morning I thundered down the stairs, late for work (I have been stunningly prompt for
work recently) and when I went to grab my keys I saw it. A home-made keytag: a piece of paper with
IANS KEYS written on it. Magic.
(No apostrophe indicating ownership, but I didn't mention that. Their parents paid a lot
of money for their education.)