Chuffed as fuck with this, I am!
That's for my kitchen. Just as a place to burn off my paper and cardboard. Cracker, isn't it? Hot Plate covered hole on the top, for filling and fire lighting. Little trap door and vent, in the middle there. Chuck shit straight into the blaze. Then shovel it all out of the hole at the bottom, look.
This is to replace the clapped out old, full sized Range I have out there at the moment. Came with the cottage, that did. Nice. Authentic. (Made by Stanley). Original. But, truthfully? It's fucked with age. It's twice the size I'd need, even if I used it for other than 'Waste Wood' disposal. It needs to go.
This little beauty? No doubt some crap, made in China or Italy. Cost me less than £300. But, it'll serve it's purpose. It'll also stand there, on the three little legs which aren't fitted yet, and save me a ton of room out there.
Be an absolute age before I get it fitted, of course. Still in the shop yet. And now I have to meet the man who I hope will want my old range for scrap. (Things are turning so hard round here, Someone's figured humping scrap metal's worth their while. God knows where to. But, I couldn't get it there)
Then I can strip down and beat apart the old range. Pile it up outside my gate and wait for it to vanish. Then I can call Dean O' in, to collect and fit this fucker for me.
That'll be interesting. Because the range has been fitted in front of the original, 'Walk In' fire place. I wonder? Get the range out of the way. Knock a few bricks back out. Might this lovely little stove fit back into the original alcove, underneath the 'Man Sized' chimney?
Imagine that?! Look the Dogs Bollocks, wouldn't it? Dean knows about these things. Interesting times ahead, no doubt!
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