My personal diary of things that interest me, for those who know me, or would like to.
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Whatever can he have meant?
R was telling her brother, M, about her wood-burning stove, and the deal she'd done with a tree surgeon friend which provided her with a more or less unlimited supply of logs. Just then the summons came to go through for supper. As we climbed to our feet, M caught my eye. "I wish I could get wood whenever I wanted," he muttered.