Three minutes after publishing my last posting, a message popped into my in-box. It was Kalba. Had I thought of looking on Le Bon Coin, the site where everybody looks for anything from a second-hand T shirt to a pre-loved car? Well, no, I hadn’t, but we were soon ploughing through and responding to all the wood-for-burning adverts we could find.
By the next morning, there were a dozen suggestions in my email account, and as comments on the blog. Even Bloggerboy, all the way from Germany, was on the case.
So how could we peasants have done without our computer? Quite well, as it turned out.
A phone call from a friend led to our calling his brother, who passed us on to somebody else who…..has wood. Lots of it. Well weathered chestnut, oak, beech. We ordered some. It’s coming on Wednesday.
Meanwhile, another friend called HER friend who rang us with another lead. This lead was the mayor of a tiny commune near here, and, intrigued by our plight, he came straight round. He hasn’t really got any more wood to spare, but he promised to go home and scout round, and bring us something, anything, to ‘put us on’.
Just after we’d concluded that all the calls and emails made to people we’d heard of courtesy of the computer had come to zero, this evening we had a message. A farmer near Ventenac who’d advertised on Le Bon Coin has stacks of well-weathered oak, and he wants to come round tomorrow lunchtime to see whether he can get his tractor and trailer down our street.
Yeah, yeah, I know we’ve already ordered some for Wednesday, but we peasants, you see, have to have something put by for when times are hard. Play our cards right, and we won’t need any more wood for another four years