This is my Man Tin. And very useful it is too. Previously, the bits it now contains were in drawers in various parts of the house, along with general bric-a-brac such as empty cigarette lighters, dried up magic markers, batteries that ‘may’ still have some life, pens that no longer work, old pairs of glasses, etc. I’m sure you all know the sort of thing.
Except we have such drawers in every room; in dressing tables, sideboards, office desks, and even in my music studio. But now at least, thanks to the Man Tin, certain items can now be centralised.
These items in case you hadn’t guessed are the random bits that are found around the house; screws, clips, grommets, bolts, springs, brackets, washers, plastic bits and pieces that looks like they may (or may not) be left over a from an Ikea home assembly project, and those bits of broken plastic that I can’t remember what they’re off, but look like they may be important (but that’s OK because I have 27 types of adhesive for fixing anything to anything else).
The Man Tin is now full of these things, but here’s the point… none of the contents are ever useful. I find this puzzling; they are in the tin because when they were picked up, it was not immediately obvious what they were for or what they belonged to; but over an extended period of months or even years, you would expect at least some correlation between things lost, and things found.
But sadly, that doesn’t seem to be the case, so the Man Tin gets heavier with time, and the number of appliances, tools, games, furnishings, etc. with bits missing grows.
It’s one of life’s deep mysteries.
