DON'T PANIC

Good news! I found my keys. Well, actually I didn't find them. At the repeated urging of Rachel and her friend Ashley who is visiting this weekend, I called the pub we were at last night, described them to him ("They have a Beatles keychain and a plastic keychain with Brian the dog from Family Guy") and, to my amazement, the guy who answered said they had them! I was positive he was going to say "Sorry, mate, you're out of luck." But not so!! And after a mini-celebration and a chorus of soft hoorays, I left the flat and went back to The Fest.

It was really nice out, and the sun was shining, and I was so extremely happy to have my keys back. I really thought I'd never see them again, or the keychains attached to them. The one sort of sad thing is that I lost my awesome "Bugger Borders" button, but I think I might be able to replace it if I ever make it back to the Cartoon Museum. Lesson learned: don't put anything in the pockets of my leather jacket that I can't afford to lose. Except my hands. Because those are attached to my body.