ex-wifey wrote me a letter for me to find when I got back after a trip to Canada to attend a family wedding.

By a quirk of fate the plane was late and I phoned her parents (eventually) and was told the key was with a neighbour.

The the letter read (ish) "It's over. The key is with Mr XXXX" which is hilarious when you consider I would not have had the key to the locked house.

We will soon be up to 51 ways to .......................