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ventaContinuing the theme[*] of pointless curiosity about other people's lives, today I would like to know what other people have on their keyrings. Do you have a "keyring", ie some sort of novelty object attached for the aesthetic wossnames? Do you have useful things which aren't keys? If your bunch o' keys is massively bulky, how do you carry it about?
My keys live in the front, right pocket of my trousers. At least, they usually do. Today I'm wearing a pair of rather elderly green cords, and there is a large hole in the pocket so my keys are very confusingly in my laptop bag.
To remain pocketable, the bunch of keys has to be reasonably small so it contains only the bare essentials: at present, it seems I consider these to be the four keys required to get into my flat, the key to my bike D-lock, a 4GB USB memory stick and a chunky bottle opener.
Yes, four keys to get into my flat. One for the door to the main building, one for the main lock on my front door. Plus two more keys for the two separate deadlocks on my front door. The flat's previous owners liked their door locks. (They really did - in order to open the back door there is one Yale lock, one mortice lock, one security chain and two bolts.)
The memory stick is of no particular function, it's just a useful sort of thing to have around. It's phsyically tiny, and was a Christmas present from ChrisC. Attaching it to my keys means I invariably have it with me.
The bottle opener is for crown cap bottles, and advertises Cantrell's Ginger Ale. (A cursory google to see if Cantrell's still exists turns up a suggestion that my bottle-opener is in fact cast iron. Wikipedia also tells me that Dr Thomas Cantrell claimed to have invented ginger ale.) I picked up the bottle-opener when we were clearing my great-aunt's house out in Sheffield seven or eight years ago. It lives on my keys for much the same reasons as a memory stick; it's always there, and you never know when you might want one.
What've you got on yours?
[*] You are almost all wrong about mayonnaise, y'know.
My keys live in the front, right pocket of my trousers. At least, they usually do. Today I'm wearing a pair of rather elderly green cords, and there is a large hole in the pocket so my keys are very confusingly in my laptop bag.
To remain pocketable, the bunch of keys has to be reasonably small so it contains only the bare essentials: at present, it seems I consider these to be the four keys required to get into my flat, the key to my bike D-lock, a 4GB USB memory stick and a chunky bottle opener.
Yes, four keys to get into my flat. One for the door to the main building, one for the main lock on my front door. Plus two more keys for the two separate deadlocks on my front door. The flat's previous owners liked their door locks. (They really did - in order to open the back door there is one Yale lock, one mortice lock, one security chain and two bolts.)
The memory stick is of no particular function, it's just a useful sort of thing to have around. It's phsyically tiny, and was a Christmas present from ChrisC. Attaching it to my keys means I invariably have it with me.
The bottle opener is for crown cap bottles, and advertises Cantrell's Ginger Ale. (A cursory google to see if Cantrell's still exists turns up a suggestion that my bottle-opener is in fact cast iron. Wikipedia also tells me that Dr Thomas Cantrell claimed to have invented ginger ale.) I picked up the bottle-opener when we were clearing my great-aunt's house out in Sheffield seven or eight years ago. It lives on my keys for much the same reasons as a memory stick; it's always there, and you never know when you might want one.
What've you got on yours?
[*] You are almost all wrong about mayonnaise, y'know.
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Date: 2012-04-12 08:09 pm (UTC)The other set has six sub rings hung off a central ring. I'm sure some of those aren't necessary...
Main ring has house keys - front, back, and patio doors plus garage door. Also contains a key I don't recognise but looks like a suitcase type key.
Next ring has my parents' back door and garage keys.
Then there's Tesco and Bookers tags, followed by a small key I have no idea about.
Three interlinked sub keyrings contain the shop stockroom key, a metal d20, and a LED torch.
A key I have no clue about other than it might be for a padlock I haven't seen in ages and a slightly bent D-ring type key that I don't recall ever seeing before follow before the final sub keyring which contains a fairly flimsy bottle opener that works in a pinch, though the one on the Leatherman is usually more accessible and far more effective.
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Date: 2012-04-13 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-13 10:29 pm (UTC)I suspect this time around it's going to take some time to fully recover since I wasn't exactly at a high point healthwise at the time surgery took place.
I've basically decided to write off the rest of the year for recovery and as time to figure out what I can and can't do, or indeed want to do. If people don't like that then they can go shove themselves up a badger's arse for all I care - this time around I'm being somewhat selfish and just doing wtf *I* want to do. If this means a cull in any alleged 'friends' lists so be it - they probably weren't worth keeping in touch with anyway...
So yeah, doing OK, considering. Though possibly more of an ornery bastard than normal. :)
A bit less than another month before I'm allowed to drive again and not reliant on anyone else for transport, which will also help the frustration somewhat. Not that I'm counting the days or anything.
Went into the shop today briefly for the first time in a couple of months as I needed to drop something off, and hoping to be up to going in for an evening next week and a whole day next weekend, but we'll see how that goes and how tired I am - it's kind of depressing to have to take a mid-afternoon nap most days. Or at least before I'm truly senile.