Well I’d succeeded in putting bigger wheels on my motorbike so it felt safer and looked cool. But the flat I found myself in was in definite need of much TLC. So between both jobs I’d been accumulating a few tools of my own knowing that they’d come in handy in the future too. So much smarter than borrowing them from a fastidious father who had outlined each tool on his workshop wall.
Mother knew I moved about a bit and preferred ‘practical’ gifts so with Christmas looming she asked me for gift ideas. Easy one, my immediate response was “a tool box please?”
Christmas morning dawned and we were preoccupied with opening our own gifts, they were all piled under the tree and appropriately labelled. Keen to see my new tool box I picked up Mum’s parcel but the light weight and small size was a real mystery … seemed a bit small to fit many tools in. Maybe it was a box of quality screwdrivers or something else useful.
But on opening it I discovered a lovely red velvet jewel box which frankly I had no use for …
another little story for your stocking!
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