Sandra and I are enjoying our lunch break, when our doorbell rings.

Then there is a banging on the door.

And then some more.

I answer it, and it is our lovely postman. He thinks that he has accidentally posted his van keys in to our parcel box, and would we mind checking?

Of course not!

So we check, but no keys.

The hunt is on.

He visited us, and two neighbours. I go to check the neighbours' drives, and the pavement, but no, no keys.

Postman unloads basically the entire contents of his van onto our front lawn.

He finds his keys on the floor of his van. Thank goodness.