Perfect recycling idea. When I fist moved to Edinburgh, in 1983, the city was awash with skips, into which you could nearly always find whatever you were looking for, which in my case, included vintage replacement floorboards of a very unusual width. In those pre-computer days, I fantasised about some sort of message board where people could note what they were looking for, and other people could note in what skip they had seen the items being sought. Around ten years ago, someone posted a photograph of their missing cat near the bus shelter outside Stockbridge Library, and on the other side of the street, someone else had posted a photograph of a cat they had found, which was clearly the lost cat from the other side of the road. I contacted both people with each other's phone numbers, and the signs came down within an hour. QED.
Doesn't it just! Or in my case, four gloves - two fingerless - one mitten, and no pairs.
Maybe by a miracle we could exchange and end up with a pair?
Perfect recycling idea. When I fist moved to Edinburgh, in 1983, the city was awash with skips, into which you could nearly always find whatever you were looking for, which in my case, included vintage replacement floorboards of a very unusual width. In those pre-computer days, I fantasised about some sort of message board where people could note what they were looking for, and other people could note in what skip they had seen the items being sought. Around ten years ago, someone posted a photograph of their missing cat near the bus shelter outside Stockbridge Library, and on the other side of the street, someone else had posted a photograph of a cat they had found, which was clearly the lost cat from the other side of the road. I contacted both people with each other's phone numbers, and the signs came down within an hour. QED.