This evening I started measuring up the bathroom floor so I could order some marine ply to cover the banjaxed floorboards before the tiler arrives. My tape measure decided to explode into little pieces. It was a good tape measure it lasted me well. When I bought this ramshackle house 4.5 years ago Dad arrived with a new toolbox and some essentials, the tape measure was from that time.
Anyway I started to look for another that I knew was in a box somewhere. I have a lot of boxes, in a lot of places so I haven't found it yet.
I have always hoarded junk, this collection of stuff was from two boxes on a shelf by the bed. I have many other such boxes, I might just make this a series, if you are lucky. ;-)