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This morning I picked up my keys from the table and put them in my bag. When I checked the pocket as I was leaving for work, they weren't there. I spent half an hour emptying and re-packing my bag, checking the pockets and lining of my coat, tidying up and lifting things despairingly. They didn't show up, so I had to ring my landlady, who cannot get me the keys until she's finished work, which is going to be quite late because she's busy because she's been on holiday, so after work today I have to go and find somewhere to hang around until she's done. I realise as I type this that this is hardly the worst thing that has ever happened to anyone, to have to go and find a cafe to read in for a few hours, but THEY WERE RIGHT THERE. I PICKED THEM UP. AND NOW THEY ARE GONE. They have to be in the flat because I was in the flat and I couldn't have got in without them. I am quite cross about it.

Also: a question. I read a blog today where the writer asked: why is is that you never see a sex tape "where the bloke suffers from a touch of the Peles". Now. What does this mean? Obviously I should jfgi, and usually I would brave Urban Dictionary, but I don't think that is a wise thing to do at work. Pele the footballer? Is he bemoaning the lack of sex tapes with men in full kit? I feel ignorant. This is a serious question, by the way, so if anyone knows what is meant by "a touch of the Peles", particularly in a sexual context, please let me know.

I am trying to decide whether or not I want to see The Frontline at the Globe in two Sundays. I would like to see more modern theatre, and I have a free Sunday all day until the train, but on the other hand the review I read mentioned that there was ill-advised rapping, and I don't know if I could cope with that.