This is a picture of the unsuccessful outcome of attempting to dry my socks. We were unable to do any laundry yesterday, so both pairs of socks in my bag got the treatment.My socks were still damp after hours hanging on the barb wire fence, so I hatched a cunning plan. The wood fire boiler was slowly cooling off, so I placed my socks on the tin sheet covering the chimney. Little did I know that someone would come around and toss on a forest's worth of wood to get it going again.By the time I realised the crackling sound I could hear was coming from the boiler fire, my socks were toast...
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