That's the trouble with cleaning up, you can never find anything again.
The other day the LOML went looking for the sledgehammer to break up some concrete that needs breaking up. But it was nowhere to be found.
Nor was the axe.
And there was wood to be chopped as well.
Minds were searched, as were sheds and cupboards and out-of-the-way hidey-holes but nowhere, nowhere were they to be found.
It was a dilemma of the financial and emotional security kind. Had someone come into our home, into our safe space, and just taken them? Who would be game enough to walk into our backyard, under our house, into our sheds and just help themselves to our things without worrying about who would see them, who could catch them red-handed? How much would it cost to replace them? Where could we get more of that quality for a reasonable (affordable right now) price?
It just couldn't be so, couldn't be.
Sigh. Huff. Sigh.
And then yesterday afternoon, the LOML found them.
Hooray! Hallelujah! Cheers all round!!
In the spot where they are supposed to live. Who'd-a-thunk it?
Not in the spots where they are usually placed after use, precariously perched behind wood piles and doors. No, they were in their spot. The result of a major clean-up of sheds and storage areas.
Phew!! I'm going to sleep a whole lot easier tonight!