Knott fireworks

Looking up at the Knott as Gus and I were heading home from our morning walk, the contrails appeared to be bursting out of the top of the hill with smoky firework clouds. Wifie pointed out there is a hand in the sky, and yes, even I can see it.

I was marooned at home today. When we arrived back last night, I couldn't find the key to the Ford that we have borrowed from Eduardo. I was feeling thankful that we had thought to pick up the spare set when we were staying at his house over the weekend - until I tried them in the lock. They were the spare keys to his work car, had we given them more than half a glance, we might have noticed they were for a Nissan, not a Ford.

So I stayed and worked from home, and when I was on a call this afternoon the door bell rang. I couldn't answer it, but when I went down about half an hour later, there were the keys to the Ford hanging on the door handle. I still don't know who found them and worked out they were ours. I must have dropped them after we switched the cars round in the lane just before we set off for Yorkshire on Friday.