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Sarah, it would appear, is rebelling against having been designated the mature responsible adult during our time in Spain (someone had to be it, and Sarah seemed the likeliest candidate of the four of us), and has managed (she thinks) to leave my car key in the toilets at Newport Pagnell services. This is a wee bit annoying. It is rendered less annoying by her not also having left her own car key in the same toilets, but it does mean that we're back to being a one-car-key family again, only about a couple of months after suddenly becoming a two-car-key family when the spare key turned up at Sarah's mum's place.
Oh, why can't life be simple?