Don't laugh, but...Mr Loz lost his car keys a few days ago. We have searched high and low for these keys. Every room in the house, every drawer, every bag, every pocket. We even searched my car, the garden, the shed etc etc (you get the picture ). Anyway half an hour ago while having lunch I remembered St Anthony as he is the patron saint of lost things (pauses for VV's to giggle ). I just quietly asked him to help us find the keys and less than 5 minutes later Mr L went into the study and said, 'I've found them'! They were just sitting on the desk We had been over the study a couple of times already, so why didn't we see them?
Cue spooky music...