Every time I unlock the door to our house I'm afraid I'll drop my keys down the hole below, through the widely spaced iron bars. And as I thought that thought coming home this morning at 02.00, I surely did drop them. Lucky for me, my flatmate Bart was home and could let me in.
When I woke up at 2 in the afternoon I was to hungover to go out on thetown to make expensive copies of my keys. So I set out to rescue them from the pit.
So, the adventure begins.
