Spot the disaster: part II

So dear reader, if you have been keeping up-to-date, last time we saw out intrepid adventurer (that's me) he had returned home from the Spring course without any disasters occurring, had gone to the pub with his mates for a single drink, was very tired and about to drive home and then as he reached into his pockets to get his car keys and felt the hard cold touch of a second pair of keys against his skin.

I'll switch back to the first person now....

None other than Sensei's only keys to his office at the dojo as well as the only set of keys to the hall in which the spring course was being hosted (As well as the only keys to turn off the burglar alarm...).

I cannot properly describe the sinking feeling I felt at that moment as the realisation of what I had in my possession hit my like a freight train and the events of the next day of my life flashed before my eyes.
Driving. Lots of driving.
The spring course ended tomorrow at midday, that meant the keys had to be there by then and it was currently midnight. Mail delivery would never get there in time.

On top of all of this was the realisation of how many times my hands should have felt the keys the in my pocket before I got home. I'll count them for you:
1. As I got into my car at Birmingham
2&3. Getting out of and back into my car at the service station where I had my unexpected dinner with Tom Tam
4. Getting out of my car prior to my pint at the pub (At which point returning to Birmingham that night may have still been an option).

Furthermore I wasn't sure if Sensei would need the keys by 7 am or whether he could wait until midday. Bear in mind that he would be waking at 5.30 am.
If Sensei was waking at 5.30 am, then I too would be waking at 5.30 am and contacting him if possible.

I won't go into many more details. Only that by the time I got there it transpired that they had somehow set the burglar alarm off that morning (Oh I think I mentioned the burglar alarm before...) and they couldn't turn it off for about an hour during Iai Batto Ho because I had driven home with the keys.

And one last thing! I had originally planned to take my Granny to the Royal Albert Hall that day. Luckily my sister was also going so my Granny still got to go.
But I didn't! And I had really been looking forward to it as well.

But you know how the saying goes...
Steal Sensei's keys and you don't get to go to the Royal Albert Hall.

PS. About 3 months later I returned home from the South of France with my Hotel room key still in my pocket.

I mailed it back this time.