Bunker and scuttle
I suspect that I will only ever need to buy a coal bunker and scuttle once in my life.
Today is the day.
This is what I've bought. There is something wonderful about the word 'scuttle'. I'm glad I will now be able to include it into my daily vocabulary on a more regular basis; 'Darling, I would really like a scuttle for my birthday' and so on.
Speaking of birthdays, I was 31 the other day. I woke up with a bad back, which says it all really.
Today is the day.
This is what I've bought. There is something wonderful about the word 'scuttle'. I'm glad I will now be able to include it into my daily vocabulary on a more regular basis; 'Darling, I would really like a scuttle for my birthday' and so on.
Speaking of birthdays, I was 31 the other day. I woke up with a bad back, which says it all really.
posted by Rach at 13:34
2 Comments:
Belated Happy Birthday, we'll have to have cake when we meet up!
Our coal bunker is two old metal bins left by the previous owners of the house (doing our bit by re-cycling!) and our "scuttle" is a galvanised bucket!
L xx
Happy belated birthday. And I hope that the back ache is temporary!
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