I started the ”jolly good” series a couple of years ago when the world seemed less than jolly good and we all needed a nice cheering up. It only lasted a couple of posts, but actually it’s nice to see something positive, so I’m going to carry on labelling my good news under the ”jolly good” banner.
Here’s some good news now. Our house came with a wood burning stove in the living room, which is great but more difficult to use than the central heating, since we have mains gas, but no way of getting logs delivered by underground pipeline direct into the stove. Logs have to be bought, which isn’t always cheap, and have to be brought home somehow, which isn’t easy in a small car.
The people next door are landscape gardeners. The man over the road had a large pear tree in his garden that needed to come down. The people next door were happy to cut it down for him, but couldn’t be bothered going to the hassle of getting rid of the bits. We got a knock on the door. Could we take some of the wood, maybe, and save everyone a trip?
Yes. Yes we could. In fact we could take all of it.
I am treating this windfall as a birthday present from the universe. Jolly good.
12 comments on “Jolly good: free wood”
That’s a net gain for you in the nicest possible way. Did you umm and ahhh for a bit, pretending as though you were doing them a favour rather than the other way round?
What actually happened was that they spoke to Kate while I was on nights, and Kate forgot to tell me until a huge pile of wood appeared at the front door. Until she explained the situation I thought we’d had a visit from the log fairy.
So the log fairy isn’t real, that’s a shame. Don’t tell Kev otherwise he’ll be crying until St. Swithin’s Day.
No. How dare you. The log fairy IS real, he just didn’t bring these specific logs. HE STILL EXISTS.
The log fairy is a HE? #shockedface
The Hampshire log fairy is. I don’t know what form your local log fairy takes.
Our local log fairy is a series of bottles of Newcastle brown ale linked together with an elaborate string of sausages. It can’t come out during the day because dogs chase it.
Sounds amazing, if a little impractical. The Hampshire one is a small stocky man called Harry who works part time at B&Q in Aldershot and has a bit of a case of small man syndrome.
Does he drive one of these?
If you met him in a pub he’d tell you he does. He actually has a battered Toyota Hi-ace to deliver all the wood.
I like to drive my Hondo Muttonchop and make sure everyone can see me. You can tell I’m a car man because I’m good with the names and know all the variations.
Yep. Mine is blue and the moment you saw it, without me ever telling you, you went “that’s a blue car”. You knew it all, straight away. You love cars.