Our good friend Slocombe did us a huge favour while Mrs The Millbrooker and I were away in Brittany a short while back.
There was to be a delivery of firewood unceremoniously dumped upon our parking space at the front of the house. And there it would have lain unmolested, except for the minor depredations of possibly firewood-starved and light-fingered types, awaiting our return from holiday. That would have meant a couple of hours of manhandling the stuff through the house to its seasoning spot in the rear courtyard.
But our hero was on hand to help out and we returned from our travels to find a wood-free parking space and what has to be the tidiest and neatest woodpile in the history of humankind on the Rame Peninsula.
Thank you, Slokes - you're a diamond geezer.