I sense conspiracy. My first mogwai hoodie fell out of my bag while i was sprinting down windmill brae to catch a bus. I later discovered it had been found by a tramp and who had added to the already worn look by adding serveral charming bloodstains down the front. While friday did not end badly, (a fine kebab, and a healthy dose of humus) Saturday started embarrassingly. A woman came to my door clutching my keys in her hands. "hum" I said "hello there, er I'm Greg's mum, from next door? Greg said he saw you outside your house this morning. He said you didn't have your keys. Well round about 3 I heard someone trying to get into my door. The postman handed me these keys just now, said he found them outside my door, I was just wondering..." "oh dear" "yes" "I.I...er...thank you" "it's ok, you know the colours are almost the same, and it was probably dark..." "yeah" "but anyway no harm done, bye" "hmm" It struck me then, that I had no idea how, without my keys, I managed to get in at all. I took my ponderances to my mother who, with a look acid death, muttered something dire and stalked from the room. I got my contacts out fine though.