I lean on the door jam and slap serum on my face. I have no hope of rejuvenation but I need to demonstrate my appreciation of a gift. I look across at him, deflated and defeated on the tumble drier, surrounded with a plethora of tools.
“No luck then?”
“Nope…….they deliberately design these things to make them inaccessible.”
“Forced to use the call out guy then?”
“No……..I’m going to get in there somehow or other.”
“I have my new tin opener if you’re desperate?”
“Permanently removing the back of the tumbler is not a solution.”
“Ooo I don’t know. We need the front …..and the sides……..but I don’t really think we need the back. If we leave it off it will be easier to fix next time.”
“The back is an integral part to maintain the structure.”
“Ah….”
“What’s that pong?”
“The new face cream…….see…….I’m using it…….it’s quite lovely.”
“Doesn’t half honk though.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“Fruity yet.........smells like something’s died.”
“?”
“Here……give me a hand…….pull on that corner and we’ll see if anything fallen behind.”
“I can’t get a grip, my hands are all slimy now.”
“Stand back then, I don’t want to knock you.”
We peer at the back wall behind the tumbler.
“What do you think that is?”
“I have no idea. Looks like a tongs and rubber glove jobby to me.”
“It looks like a petrified banana.”
“But that wouldn’t smell……..would it?”
“There’s a hellava lot of …….food down here. Look! That used to be a grape.”
“What’s the old toilet plunger doing there?”
“I think we can safely say that we’ve found his new hidey hole.”
“For both the precious and the "discards.”
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