We have just had a wood burning stove installed.
We were given the name of a fuel merchant, so I rang him on Friday afternoon, and asked for a delivery. "He's coming past your way this afternoon, so we'll put it on the lorry. Be with you in half an hour."
Well, it was a bit of a country half hour, but that was due to the traffic - multiple accidents blocking roads, so not the driver's fault.
By the time the load was dropped outside our front gate (there is no access to the back) it was getting dark and raining. Dearly Beloved was setting to work to wheelbarrow it through the passageway to the back of the house, when, out of the gloom, came next-door neighbour, and the couple from next-but-one, with their own wheelbarrows, and there was soon a conveyor belt system of barrows trundling through the passageway. The job was done in next to no time. Then they are all off home with thanks ringing in their ears.
You can't buy kindness like that.
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I am glad you've managed to find a place with neighbours like that. It bodes well for your future comfort!
Thank you for your lovely comment on my blog. I was the person who could take a whole reel of film and not get a decent photo out of it. But then I got a digital camera, and the editing program on my machine allows me to crop the images to taste.
I am amazed that you can just ring someone up to get wood delivered. Where I live, you have to seek someone out on public bulletin boards (at a grocery store or restaurant) to get wood. If you are lucky, you'll find someone who gets firewood every year, and the next year you can ring them up. (I live in the western U.S.)
It is nice to have such kind neighbors!
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