Mr A showed us his bedroom, which he wanted some help to clear so we picked up a few chairs and the garage keys and headed outside. Except they weren't the garage keys...and neither were the next set we tried. Eventually after much searching , the correct key was found by Mr A's carer, who had come to give him his dinner. Opening the garage door, we felt a little trepidation about what we might find in there but it was totally empty apart from a broken door and a rusty, old lamp. Mission accomplished, we returned the key to Mr A and headed off to start the weekend 😀