The unthinkable happened. Much to the astonishment of the POW and his consort, Mr. Perfect goofed up.
I left home yesterday without my set of keys and on returning home would have been in a great deal of trouble had the POW not been at home to open the door for me. Eight years ago was the last time this had happened and I had promptly got a duplicate set made and left it with my nephew who used to live just about a hundred meters away from us. Alas. he died two years ago and since then, I have not made any alternate arrangement. Time to think about that too.
I must be getting senile!