Skeleton Keys

These are my house keys. I feel sooo British, like something out an Agatha Christie novel (without the corpse in the dining room). I assumed these were just an uber-old set from when the house was built and the landlord’s grandmother had just taken really good care of things, until I went into the local hardware shop for some glue (that’s another story) and I saw a whole wall-full of blanks for cutting new skeleton keys, plus all the regular Yale-style keys. It was sort of like Canadian Tire meets the Victorian high street. I don’t know why these have stuck around here in the UK but have disappeared at home (at least, I assume you can’t get skeleton keys in Canada?). Last spring my uncle replaced his back door lock and instead of going all modern, he went with another skeleton key set, just like the last. Charming.

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