Don't do that too me!!!

So I arrived home about 4:30PM on Thursday, having left my mother's about 11AM, by which time I was about ready to collapse in a heap. So I pull out my key fob and stick the first key into the keyhole.

Why doesn't my key fit?

Oh, that's the back door key, where's the front?

And that sinking feeling as you look at the empty loop on your key fob....

Aiiieeee!!!!

Fortunately it was in the bottom of my bag, but that was an intense 30s of panic!

And of course I had the backdoor key, and there's a cached front door key, and I hadn't even checked the bag, but still gut-punchingly intense!!!

Perhaps this was fate getting even for everything else working on the trip back - I usually expect the booked assistance to only cover the middle of three trains as the other two lines do assistance on the fly, but I was met off the first train to escort me onto the second (just as well as it's a tight connection), then they were waiting for me by name for the London to Kent train, which normally doesn't even know I'm coming - and in this case that was too efficient for their own good as I was getting off at Rochester, the stop before Chatham, which my ticket said I was going to. 

(Rochester I can roll out straight to the taxi rank, Chatham is in a literal hole in the ground, so I need to push myself up a 10m high slope, then cross a busy road to get to the taxi rank, it's okay going as it's only 10 minutes from home, but a pain in the backside to come back to).

And apparently leaving again is when you realise just how much you've missed people in the past 18 months.