Lost and Found

The other half came back from Notso Bigtown today with our week’s shopping, some ‘eco logs’*, two doughnuts and my keys. When I asked Twitter where my keys were, Twitter replied: where you left them and Twitter was absolutely right. As the other half walked into the builders’ merchant where we’d bought the eco logs last week the woman behind the counter produced my keys which had been sitting there waiting for us to return. Hurrah. Now, does anyone know where my phone is?

* actually a bit more like ‘eco pellets’ but they’re a by-product from a local joiners so cheaper than the traditional bigger heat logs and, crucially, something that you can just go into a shop and buy. Unlike seasoned hardwood which, it seems, you either have to have been born here and your father and grandfather before you, or know some magic word, or possibly both, before anyone will actually sell it to you. Apart from the £6 bags from the garage which are almost as ruinous as oil…

A Fine Pallet

The excitement of the day – maybe even the week – today in the TownMouse household was the delivery of our heat logs, thanks to the generosity of Huttonian, who is perhaps hoping that the house will be a little warmer the next time he comes to stay. I was excited because it means my fingers won’t necessarily drop off this winter, but the other half was even more excited because they came on a pallet, which the delivery man left with us. They also came with what appears to be a lifetime’s supply of fine German sandpaper, between the pallet and the heatlogs which is even more exciting than bubblewrap, although less fun*. Both have been squirrelled away into the other half’s expanding shed empire, along with the heat logs themselves. I’m pretty sure if we were living in London we’d be begging the delivery man to take the pallet away so we didn’t have to try and get rid of it but here it can just sit around until a pallet-shaped hole appears in our lives. We’re still regretting not saying yes when offered our old electricity pole. I mean, what were we thinking? If nothing else, it would have made for awesome firewood. As, indeed, would the pallet, in the unlikely event we ever run out of heat logs.

*Remember when you were a kid and the packaging a thing came in was more fun than the thing itself? Some things never change…