One metric shit-tonne
Today I chopped and stacked a tonne of wood for our fire. It was delivered this afternoon from a guy mum and dad have used in the hills for a while. $250 delivered with a smile and a wicked chopping block.
The pretty red-head at Bunnings is getting to know me now - she asks about the previous things I bought. She bent the rules and let me take cash out over two separate transactions so I didn’t have to hit an ATM.
It was good to get outside and get a bit of different exercise, even if I am still picking splinters out of my hands.
I’ll leave you with this one thought: if a man uses firelighters to start a fire, he’s not actually a man,
You are right…..he is not a man, he is being sensible and practical…unlike most men :P
Chopping wood is fun. Destructive and productive while also being good exercise.
Lighting a fire from kindling and matches is an important skill. I had a wood stove all my childhood years and so I learned how to light a fire quite well. Over the years I’ve seen some very sub standard fire lighting.
In the end though, as women don’t use a washing board and tub to clean clothes anymore men should be able to use fire lighters.
:P
A man can also wear a skirt if he wants…
Only if he has the legs for it.