A blog full of Khador flavoured shenanigans.

First of all let me apologise as this is somewhat long

However, let me set the scene…

It’s not been a great week things just aren’t going you’re way! Never fear though because the UK Nationals, and a shot at glory are coming up.

It’s Friday evening & I’ve made sure everything is packed, my army is sorted and I get an early night.

Saturday morning comes and it’s an early start. I pick up all my “stuff” (wallet, phone etc.) off the bedside table and, saying goodbye to my half asleep wife, head out the door. My buddy Neal is driving us to the nationals, so the afore mentioned wife has transport for the weekend, as we only have one car.

When we arrive at the event location I give my wife a call to let her know we have arrived safe, at which point she asks me what I’ve done with the only working car key we have. Erm… on the bedside table where I took it out of my trousers the previous night? Nope!

That’s right it’s in my pocket! 100 miles away from where it needs to be! At this point I was gifted with one of those stony silences we’ve all had at some point. She was not happy!

Anyway I was about to take part in one of the most important events of the year so the key drama was put to the back of my mind.

After day one I had won 2 and lost 1 game. This put me out of contention for the win but I was happy with my performance. As the evening rolled on we went out for a slap up meal, Indian, and spent some time in the hotel bar before retiring to our room.

Day two started early with a good breakfast and another, rather quick, win. Excellent! Time to have a mooch around the other games going on and the show at large. As I was returning to the tournament room, to get my pairings for the next round I checked my pockets for one reason or another and wash awash with dread!

DUDE WHERE’S MY CAR KEY!

The car key, that I should never of had was not in any of my pockets.

So I dashed to my overnight bag to check the clothes I had on the previous day…

Nope not there.

At this point I was in no mood to play and had to find my key and as such I, unfortunately, had to drop out of the tournament.

So the rest of my afternoon was spent searching, re-tracing steps, asking if it had been handed in at the hotel or event location and generally worrying about the longevity of my life…

After all this the key was no where to be found. I had to resign my self to the fact that I would have to spend a small fortune on a replacement key, oh and own up to the missus about how stupid I am!

Upon my return “the wife” took it surprisingly well and was more upset about the fact that we’d have to buy a new key than anything else.

So Monday morning rolls around and I phone the garage who quote me the rather reasonable price of £170 to get a replacement!

Ouch!

Along with this they need to see nearly a hundred different types of ID to prove owner ship of the vehicle. Joy!

So everything is now ready and we’ll be heading to the garage tomorrow to order the new key, which could take up to 10 working days to arrive. But wait…

After putting the kids to bed I realise I have a voice mail, from the Hotel!

They have my key!

Huzzah!

All is saved. The key will be posted and it should be here by Wednesday!

Watch this space though as I’m sure it will arrive only to be totally the wrong key or something similarly un-lucky!