Hidden Treasure
My landlord had some builders in to remove a staircase in an outbuilding when a rusty biscuit tin fell out from under the woodwork.
What wonders were in this hidden treasure box? Two live hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. From WW2. I've never seen builders run before.
What hidden treasures have you uncovered?
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 13:33)
My landlord had some builders in to remove a staircase in an outbuilding when a rusty biscuit tin fell out from under the woodwork.
What wonders were in this hidden treasure box? Two live hand grenades and 40 rounds of ammunition. From WW2. I've never seen builders run before.
What hidden treasures have you uncovered?
( , Thu 30 Jun 2005, 13:33)
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My attic
I moved into my house a couple of months ago, but had yet to explore the attic. Inspired by this week's question, I decided to go and have a look.
Now, my house has high ceilings, and I'm not very tall. And I don't own a stepladder. Undeterred, I pushed my desk from the next room under the trapdoor, and clambered up, but it wasn't even high enough to stick my head through the door! So I fetched my stool and put that on the desk. Still not high enough. I went downstairs and fetched a chair and put that on top.
I climbed up my furniture mountain which was wobbling rather alarmingly, and struggled to push the trapdoor up. I stuck my head through, shone my torch around excitedly and found...
...absolutely fuck all.
Then I fell off the furniture mountain as I was trying to climb down and banged my head on the bed.
Thanks B3ta.
( , Tue 5 Jul 2005, 9:43, Reply)
I moved into my house a couple of months ago, but had yet to explore the attic. Inspired by this week's question, I decided to go and have a look.
Now, my house has high ceilings, and I'm not very tall. And I don't own a stepladder. Undeterred, I pushed my desk from the next room under the trapdoor, and clambered up, but it wasn't even high enough to stick my head through the door! So I fetched my stool and put that on the desk. Still not high enough. I went downstairs and fetched a chair and put that on top.
I climbed up my furniture mountain which was wobbling rather alarmingly, and struggled to push the trapdoor up. I stuck my head through, shone my torch around excitedly and found...
...absolutely fuck all.
Then I fell off the furniture mountain as I was trying to climb down and banged my head on the bed.
Thanks B3ta.
( , Tue 5 Jul 2005, 9:43, Reply)
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