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I came home from work the other night to find my way in was blocked by some very large cardboard boxes. One was a Screwfix box. He needs his Screwfix fix like I need Dr Amazon. So that was OK. Not so sure about the other three. They were six feet tall (OK, five, four, well, definitely three feet, or at least a metre (these foreign measurements ought to have some use)). Well, each box could have had a fridge in it. An ordinary fridge, not one of those walk-in American jobs. The kind you might have to have if you had ground-source-heat-pump-heating (deeply jealous). Our kitchen is so cold the butter lives out and has to be grated onto toast! Our fridge contains milk, more milk (the boat came in with the delivery van, always buy milk if there is some!) some salted sausage skins (just in case), the cat food (and he has learnt to open the fridge door so it has a catch we keep forgetting to close) and a bottle of fizzy wine (I'm not sure what we are chilling it for, I'm waiting for an impromptu celebration). I hate cold beer, cold apples, don't understand why eggs need the cold treatment, or how anyone ever has cheese left. So we did not need a new fridge (or three)!
Inside the two-project-volunteers-up for-selection and him were watching the tail end of Man U's success, completely oblivious of the cardboard wall outside. We carried the boxes into the kitchen. He wanted to leave them in the porch (conservatory). I put my foot down, I would never have got to look at my seedlings (more later mjc). The boxes proudly announced they were box one, three and four of four. So where was box two? I didn't want it, but I like to be tidy (I'm a Virgo, I can't help it). And they weren't fridges but bouyancy aids. The sailing club takes another step forward. The secretary may have all the safety helmets, but at Kilbride we have enough arm bands to not worry what happens to rising sea levels. I heard our newest immigrant may be recruited to the sailing club committee (poor chap, he hasn't been here a fortnight yet), so hopefully if the boats arrive unannounced they'll head to the north end of Coll. Meanwhile, box two arrived on Friday, I guess there just wasn't room for four fridges on the Tuesday van!