The postman knocked on the door this morning. He was standing there with a tin of paint in his hands. 'Have you finished with this?' he asked. 'Only it's just the colour my wife wants to touch up some bits.'
We currently have a pile of part-used paint tins outside our front gate, left there by Younger Son who didn't have time to sort them before he moved away. I was delighted for the postman to take the grey gloss, and we had a lovely chat about Italy and children and paint.
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Ah...community!
I love when things no longer wanted find a new home and a new use, and now you had a friendly chat with your postman too. That was a nice moment.
Waste not, want not!
Never trust a man to know exactly which colour his wife wants ��
Oh excellent! Things left by the road in front of the house tend to mysteriously disappear here. That works too!
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