A gift revisited 3
We’re in full swing at the Lambie household boxing and packing and turfing, and it’s fantastic. I am tasked with cleaning out the server room/library, which makes sense. Like all of the bedrooms in our apartment it has a built in robes (something I’ll miss at our new house). The server room’s robes had a super-dodgy bookshelf jammed in there which I used as a make-shift cupboard. It used to contain a variety of computer parts, cables and that kind of thing, along with my toolboxes.
I have one tool box and one tool sack. The sack has all my spanners, screw drivers and hand tools and the box has wire, screws, tape and other consumables. Steve’s oldest brother John used to work for Telstra and he had a similar tool sack. When I saw them for $4 in an army surplus store I knew I should get one and it’s been fantastic. The box I received as a house-warming gift from Magdalena’s mum the day we moved into the apartment. She thought I should be able to fix a tap for her daughter if necessary - a mindset which I agree with. After all, I was the “man of the house” now.
I took a minute to ponder just how many times I’ve used the box, and how handy it’s been having a dedicated place for all my boy bits (not those bits). It was such a great gift, and wasn’t something I would have bought myself. It’s been through some adventures with me, like the installation of the pole, the running of CAT5 networking cable through the ceiling, hanging out the window with Steve trying to erect a wireless antenna, as well as the day-to-day maintenance on doors, ceilings, taps and anything else that needed a bashing.
I can recommend a tool box (or tool sack) as a great gift.
(Now, back to work!)