Last night I found that I had stored a box of ready brek in the freezer. I laughed.
Today I went out to the car, house keys in pocket. Got what I wanted from car, went back in house, put keys away. Remembered I'd left something in the car. Went out. Swore dramatically I closed the door (on yale lock) behind me. Contemplated climbing fence to back of house - pelvis problems put me off. Glad now as had automatically locked back door behind me.
Did walk of shame to MILs to collect her spare keys. Closely avoided sobbing on her doorstep. Trying to ring husband for good cry down phone, but no network in his office.
Comparative tales of woe please before I drown keyboard in tears.
And yes, I'm aware that I'm overreacting and typing in fragmented sentences.