Jesus I forgive you....I don't suppose you've seen my keys?

Am back safe. The reformed cat lady (Lent only, not including birthdays) and the good-natured bag gypsy are safely ensconced, no doubt playing with kittens or gerbils by now or whatever it is they do after dark once the neighbours have dropped their guard. I think they call it cat flapping. Not sure. So anyway we spent the evening playing Kan-U-Go. Rules? Decided to enter the Kan-U-Go Pyramid competition with a chance to win one hundred pounds, after coming up with a prizewinning wordfeast that Pythagoras would have been proud of, only to realise that the deadline for entries was 1938. Balls. That's the last time I play pre-world war word games with a collector of antiquities and trinkets and a sober judge. 'X-Ray Spam', 300 points incidentally. That reminds me, I must dig out my lucky Saint Harry, isn't he the patron saint of lost keys?