OK, Sunday evening and I get home on the bike. Lock the bike up...ten minutes later and I can't find the keys. Reckon I've shut them in the top box by mistake (easily done) so leave it for the morning. Come the morning, open the box with the spare keys. No, they're not there. It's Thursday now and I still can't find em. Not in my jacket pocket or anywhere obvious, yet I must have had them to lock the bike to its wall anchor. Any minute now I'm gonna stamp my little foot on the ground, throw my teddy out of my cot and scream and bawl until someone finds them for me. Everyone else in this house does that regardless of age, so why not me?   I WANT MY BIKE KEYS BACK!!!!!                                                                                                                                                                             

ok so u came home on the bike, therefore wasn't drinking (Ive lost house keys so often through lack of beer control).   Where did you go first?  Did you need to pee?  Flushed down toilet maybe?   What's your garden like, bushes and flowers?  Check around.   Holes in pockets?                                                                                                                                                                             

Did you have any shopping with you? Check fridge...

                                                                                                                                                                             

And dont put the wheelie bin out until you've found them!                                                                                                                                                                             

went to the dump once and gettin the rubbish out of the car with keys still in hand well you can guess the rest!but this dont help ole willy boy does it!!                                                                                                                                                                               

People! this man needs advice.........Now we all know that if he stops looking and goes off to do something else the magic key imp will get bored and put the keys back in a blindingly obvious place!   Or say in a loud steady voice " Bugger it!, I don't need the bike anyway!".........The Key Imp will be angry that it has not caused you grief and , now bored of the game , the keys will be found three paces from where your standing.   Failing that...you've lost em! lol                                                                                                                                                                             

I bought a box to stick on the wall GH. Put all my keys in, keep them safe.   Thought that would help me stop the 'Key Imp'..........................   Have you worn your gloves since Wills? I had a habit of putting my keys in my gloves. And no, I don't know why!!!                                                                                                                                                                             

welcome back Di.....did the sex change go alright? lol                                                                                                                                                                              

Cheeky fecker!!   Stop trying to make me laugh you! It bloody hurts!                                                                                                                                                                              

Welcome to my world Wills I am always losing things, have you looked in your helmet or your bike boots.                                                                                                                                                                             

Dips, either you're psychic or in league with the key imp. Or maybe both... Found em tonight when I decided very late to go out. I'd dropped em in my helmet where they'd caught in the lining, so when I plonked my helmet in its usual place, the right way up, they didn't drop out. It was only when I tried to put the helmet on that I found em... Woe is me, silly me. Don't know whether to give you a great big  in thanks or call in an exorcist!