Doing the shit i do, it’s not uncommon for me to need a cotter pin about, oh, once a week. To keep the jones at bay, I’ve developed a box of cotter pins that I refer to mysteriously as “The box of cotter pins”. This vital bit of kit sits on the shelf in the shed, or did, until I KNOCKED IT OFF last night.

So I swept the assorted crud up, and spent a while winnowing the cotter pins out of the dust, because hey, my cotter pins! and damn, I don’t want one of these in my tractor tire.