I have about 4 different sets of housekeys I keep "safe" for other people (luckily never been called on to help out in an emergency) and I have another 3 sets of office keys for the offices I do cleaning for! I am pretty good at remembering where I put them because they are all in the pantry cupboard on their own hooks with the names of each person/office they belong to! Once I use them, they go back on their little hook! My car/housekeys are always in my handbag so I never forget them!
I have only once lost a set of housekeys... they weren't my housekeys and wasn't all together that sober! I'd been out with my younger sister and she'd got me plastered because her "BIG SIS" doesn't go out enough according to her (she's 23 and a complete club nut!) and she'd been buying me my drinks all night but slowly and surely been upping the alcohol in each drink! Before I knew it I couldn't stand, couldn't talk and was happily directing the taxi driver in the wrong direction to home! He threw us out when he realised I was WAAAAAAYYYY over my limit and we had circled the block 4 times! It was only when we got back to the flat 2 hours later did I realise I'd lost my sister's housekeys! She was furious! I called out the locksmith in very slurred English (who'd opened up the flat once before when my sister had forgotten to take her housekeys out with her... erm yeah, I believe that story!), paid him £200.00 for the after hours call out fee and £100.00 to unlock the damn door - and he got a very drunk young lady (namely me) flatter him with compliments of how good he's been, how brilliant his service was and how sexy he looked in running shorts and trainers!! I learned my lesson when I suddenly realised the next morning what had happened, what I'd said and then the thumping headache began!
I have only once lost a set of housekeys... they weren't my housekeys and wasn't all together that sober! I'd been out with my younger sister and she'd got me plastered because her "BIG SIS" doesn't go out enough according to her (she's 23 and a complete club nut!) and she'd been buying me my drinks all night but slowly and surely been upping the alcohol in each drink! Before I knew it I couldn't stand, couldn't talk and was happily directing the taxi driver in the wrong direction to home! He threw us out when he realised I was WAAAAAAYYYY over my limit and we had circled the block 4 times! It was only when we got back to the flat 2 hours later did I realise I'd lost my sister's housekeys! She was furious! I called out the locksmith in very slurred English (who'd opened up the flat once before when my sister had forgotten to take her housekeys out with her... erm yeah, I believe that story!), paid him £200.00 for the after hours call out fee and £100.00 to unlock the damn door - and he got a very drunk young lady (namely me) flatter him with compliments of how good he's been, how brilliant his service was and how sexy he looked in running shorts and trainers!! I learned my lesson when I suddenly realised the next morning what had happened, what I'd said and then the thumping headache began!