Seen the keys?

Couldn't find the car keys for more than a day recently. Searched the house from top to bottom. Last time the keys went missing we found them on a beam just below the floor, so this was one of the first places searched. We even looked outside just in case they'd fallen through the floor and landed in the grass downstairs. Nope.

There's really only one explanation for this loss. With his intense fascination with anything shiny, they were the perfect toy to play with. So, while his cute and cuddlies and his books lay neglected and strewn all over the floor, Bas chortled away to himself with the car keys. Eventually boring of them and discarding them with nary a thought.

After searching for most of yesterday and for the better part of half an hour this afternoon, on hands and knees and peering into the bizarrest places in search of the elusive keys, Patrick makes a mostly absent minded comment hoping he hasn't thrown them in the bin. Then we look at each other. Lo and behold it! After scrounging through the wheelie bin for less than a minute, we spy a bag that has nestled in the very bottom underneath a pile of food scraps and discarded nappies, the missing keys!

He'd thrown them in the bin! If it hadn't been for that throw away comment Patrick had made, they may have never been seen again. I think Bas is trying to tell us something....