I’m trying to be frugal, so I’m using our woodburner to keep us warm instead of using the central heating.
This morning, shivering and feeling like Cinderella on a particularly bad day, I carefully opened the little door of the wood burner to put some logs inside, and create a warm and happy home. Then my eyes widened in shock: there lay a big, fat rat in the wood burner! I was horrified, and yet I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it. Then slowly it dawned on me: it wasn’t a rat, but my husband’s hair.
He likes to shave his head, and apparently thought the wood burner was as good a place as any to hide the evidence.
Because of the adrenaline rush I felt warm and tingly all over.
