Welcome to this week’s Weekword! The other partipants are:
I’m going to tag one of our new weekworders, Emma, to choose next week’s word. Check out her blog on Monday to see what she chooses!
I spent quite a bit of time choosing the word this week – I wanted to continue with the run of interesting words that had numerous interpretations. So, somewhat ironically, I found that I’d concentrated so much on choosing the word that, come Thursday night, I had no idea what to write. I told my husband and my friend about my quandary, and without a word, my husband disappeared upstairs. And returned with a cardboard box full of keys.
Now, I knew that Mr Sowandsew was interested in keys and locks when he was a child. I knew that he had a lockpicking kit. I knew that he did magic when he was younger (and is still a dab hand at card tricks). I also knew that he’d got suspended from school for making copies of all the school keys he could find. But I didn’t know about the key collection in our attic.
There are bags upon bags of keys. There is a whole box of locks:
There are some really interesting ones – I like this one, which is a very pretty key with a moveable head:
Lots of the keys seem to have come from some kind of military setting:
We assumed that the one for ‘Urinal Testing Room’ was for the Urinal in a Testing Room, rather than a room for testing urinals. ‘Mop, please, Corporal!’
I thought that this one, in particular, tells quite a story:
(The WRNVR was the Women’s Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve – and the paper label says ‘ONLY TO BE ISSUED TO WRNR’ with the ‘W’ underlined three times.) One can only imagine why this label was considered necessary…
Looking through these keys was a fascinating (and often hilarious) experience – and it gave me a new insight into my husband as a child and young man. We’ve been together for seven years and married for five of those, and he’s still able to surprise me. And that’s got to be the key to something special.