SO THE PLAN WAS...

... make the quiches and big cakes for Centurion. Prepare traybakes, bakewells and brownies plus more big cakes for Kevin and then... ... go to Morpeth for a while. Little mooch round the shops, bit of 'ME' time. Obviously boring food shopping too, but it would be so nice to get out for a while. And then Charles rings to say he's got the Rav key in his pocket, but not to worry because there's a spare in the messy drawer. NO THERE ISN'T. There's a key FOB to which no key is attached. This means that I can't move the Rav and so can't move the Peugeot and consequently will not be going to Morpeth today. Brilliant. Don't even know why he's got the keys with him anyway. He hasn't been driving it recently...