Margaret has lost her car keys. This is particularly poignant as her husband Dennis has just lost his.
The scaffolding has moved. She can ask the works supervisor, but he's hardly likely to re-erect the scaffolding just for her. Or allow her onto that steep roof without it.
She's had the keyring since she was in university. The medal, in the shape of a panda, says on the front "Sold to assist the World Wildlife Fund." On the back it's engraved, " Awarded to Margaret Thatcher for excellence in canoeing."
She imagines 500 years from now, when they tear down the Globe. The beams are held by wooden pegs; the walls are horsehair and lime. They'll think it's the original theatre, and as it falls, they'll find a keyring with a panda. A World Wildlife Fund? Pandas? In Elizabethan Britain? Awarded to Mrs Thatcher? The Prime Minister? In Elizabethan Britain? Why was she canoeing? Was this a traditional Thames pastime for politicians?
History's just a myth anyway, something we make up to reconcile evidence. Margaret leaves with a smile.