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| Don't keep logs in one of these |
We recently had a bad experience with our
logs-and-kindling box – we had a lovely old wooden blanket box, and suddenly we
noticed it was looking decidedly wormy. I took it outside on a dry day and, with
loving care, I squirted some anti-worm fluid into a flight hole, and was
promply hit by a jet from another hole some 7 or 8 inches distant. This is
never a good sign. Our blanket box had turned into something resembling the
inside of a Crunchie bar, and we decided it should leave home at once, before
this condition spread to other, more structural pieces of timber.
To replace it, we managed to obtain a fine
big, open basket to take the logs – it’s even canvas lined, which is a big
plus. We still need a lidded box or basket of some sort to take the kindling
and the various lighters and cleaning materials which the stove requires, and
the challenge has been to find something big enough to do the job.
This week the Contesse found an excellent
one online – just the thing – a handsome basket with a hinged lid and carrying
handles, just big enough to take one of our usual plastic kindling tubs. It was
not cheap, but the seller (based in the West Midlands of England) offers “free
shipping to Mainland UK” on orders of this size. Never slow to save the odd baubie, we were won over.
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| The very thing... |
Not so fast. When we attempted to checkout with our
lovely basket, the transaction included a sum of £15 for shipping because –
that’s right, you guessed – our postcode is in Scotland. On reading the small
print on the website, we find that Mainland UK to this firm means “England and
Wales”. We’ve sent them a polite email, querying their policy. We live 40 miles
north of the English border, and there is an awful lot of Mainland UK beyond us
– I could, of course, arrange to have it shipped for free to a friend in
Berwick upon Tweed, and collect it from there, but the Contesse is not sure she
wishes to deal with this supplier any further. It’s less to do with our being indignant
about being discriminated against (which would be a classic Scottish paradox –
we like to be different but not to be left out!) than it has to do with an objection to being stiffed – especially by a bunch of ignorant bastards (as it were).
We are all hoping fervently that talk of
Scottish independence will quietly go the way of the Loch Ness Monster and the
Darien Scheme, but maybe Royal Mail’s postcode software already knows something
we don’t.












