The piggy bank

We may be lucky to have no carpets in the house but this poses a problem. As in: things disapear between the floorboards rather frequently.

We have, I'm sure, amassed a collection of paperclips and what-have-yous this way and I don't lose sleep over an odd coin either. Just can't be bothered.

But it was different the other day, when a lonely pound coin escaped Max's pocket (how did it do that?!) and rolled, and rrrolled... All the way across the hallway, coming to rest eventually - you guessed it - under the floorboards!

What happened next involved an old coathanger, then a lever of sorts, and an amusing half an hour from where I was standing. The coin is still there...