The trouble with keys

Is they accumulate in odd places, in those drawers you keep meaning to clean out, like sand in a beach carpark or dust bunnies under the bed they drift together until you have no idea what they were for or even if they were yours in the first place.

My brother

I was at my brother’s house today. He has a studio built out the back and while he has been living in Melbourne has rented out the house in the front. The tenants have moved out and before the new ones move in, he wants to do a bit of repair work. Problem is – he can’t find his keys.

The conversation went something like this:
I know they are here somewhere. he said.
Where did you last see them? I said.
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What were they in? I said
A clear plastic bag. he said.
You mean these ones. I said.

My brother's keys

In this huge collection of keys the ones with the red tag are his house keys and the tiny silver ones down the bottom fit into a lock (but don’t turn it). The rest? Who knows. They just accumulated in a little plastic bag in the toolbox.