1987, I locked the only set of keys to the car which I'd hired at San Francisco airport, in the pocket of my jeans which I'd put in the suitcase in the boot of the car. I was in Yosemite national Park , several hours drive from San Francisco where I'd stopped to take a picture of El Capitano and change into shorts as I was too hot. Fortunately some climbers appeared and using some tools from their climbing equipment managed to dismantle enough of the back seat for me to get my arm into the boot and into my suitcase to retrieve the keys which fortunately I'd left unzipped. I had a stress migraine for the rest of the day.
WARNING:prepare for the weather storm all day Friday
Has Trump completely lost what was left of his mind?
Good Morning Thursday 22nd October 2026


