Do you remember...and you most probably don't...that Himself moved the wicker unit from the bathroom into my shed...you do? Jolly good. But that's meant I now have nowhere to put my clothes...until I've hiked everything out of the big wooden chest of drawers, also in bathroom...sheets, towels etc and to do that I have to clear the wooden chest of drawers in the sitting room...full of...erm...stuff.
The top drawer revealed old Christmas cards...a ball of string...binoculars...out of date telephone directories...woollen gloves with holes in the fingers...a rolled up umbrella that refuses to open...lengths of bamboo cane...and a myriad of other bits and bobs which I daresay might be useful or may warrant immediate banishment to a bin bag.
But...right at the very back...under the gloves with holes in the fingers actually...was my mobile 'phone! Sitting there all neat and tidy and completely brand new since the day I bought it on a bit of a whim in June 2011.
I loathe and detest mobile 'phones and refused for donkeys years to ever have one of my own, until for reasons I've now long forgotten, I bought this tiny little Nokia which does everything apart from peel the potatoes...it was when I was incarcerated in a hospital bed that it dawned on me it'd be useful if I could 'phone Himself...in case they let me out in the middle of the night, 'cos you never know...
The Sim card had died long ago but a man in the 'phone shop in town replaced that without a murmur and gave me a new number...that'll have to go on a bit of tape stuck to the 'phone itself because I can't even remember the land line half the time and that's an easy sequence...
Can't use it at home of course...everyone in the street has to stand in the middle of the road because the coverage is so awful...but it'll be handy when I'm out...I think.