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This was written by Kate…

A fable why we should pick up lost keys and not hand them to the authorities (slightly exaggerated).

Walking through Old Headington I found some keys. Keys to a Porsche. I asked around, no one owned them so I took them home to follow it up later. Lonnie then took the keys with him to work and proceeded down the usual paths of enquiry. The police would “add them to the collection under the counter”, take it no further, offer them to anyone who asked and that’s about it! Porsche dealerships were few and far between around Oxford (surprisingly). Dissatisfied with the level of service offered by the Thames Valley Police and Lonnie being the closet private investigator that he is, he took it upon himself to search Old Headington for the Porsche that the keys belonged to. Wandering through the village, surreptitiously pressing the remote at parked cars, gates, garages, over walls and into yards he began to wonder if his act of public service was going to waste. With the last ounce of energy he could muster on that chilly night he walked one last lane of Old Headington where the nicest houses of all are. In the darkness Lonnie began to wonder what would become of the poor Porsche should he not find it

Down a lane behind a stone wall amongst espaliered trees, manicured lawns, aged stonework and 19^th century architecture sat a black Porsche Boxter, abandoned by its owner a day earlier when he returned to London for important medical business. Unknowingly, Lonnie pointed the remote over the wall, pressed the button and whatya know flash-flash of the lights. Lonnie excitedly jumped up and down, did a little dance and said “yippee”.