It was 7.03am on Mothers' Day.
DP had got up was pottering in the en suite, I also woke because I needed to loo and had a pounding headache.
He got me painkillers and a glass of water and left me to lie in.
2 minutes later he comes in to ask where my car key is. Obviously he hadn't looked before enquiring
.
It was in my bag where it always is, same bag as always. I never ever need to take it out my bag. Though this time, if he'd actually looked, he wouldn't have seen it - I've started to keep it zipped inside my purse, so I can just grab my purse if I'm nipping somewhere.
So I told him through my pain
, it's inside my purse, in my bag.
2 minutes later, clatter through the bedroom door.
"No it's not in your purse, where is it?"
"Are you sure, I KNOW it's in there."
"No it's not, the purse is too flat, there's only credit cards in there."
"I'm SURE it's in there. Never taje it out, started popping it in purse so I can just grab and go."
"I can tell how flat it it, it's not there." 
"Have you actually unzipped it to look to see it was where I explicitly said it was?"
"No, I don't need too, I can tell by the feel."
"Oh, well I'm worried now."
"Well the car's locked, I'll just have to find the spare."
3 mins later: text message to say, sorry found it, my bad looking. 


He didn't even look before contradicting me where my explicit guidance told him too.
What a fricken nob.