...in my house. Somewhere downstairs.
The other day my daughter asked me what the key box was for, the one on the wall inside the door. And I shamefacedly explained it was for putting your keys in so you didn't lose them. Every trip out of the house is preceded by a mini-panic while I search for them. This time they're not turning up, I had to ask my mother in law to bring my daughter to school, and pick her up again!
And I was meant to be going in to the passport office to give in my kids' applications so we can go on holiday. ARG!!
That knitting needle never turned up either...