Ironing has a rival for my affections - the matchless, marvellous joy of log-stacking | Adrian Chiles

Faced with a waist-high pile of logs, I sighed, and listlessly began moving them. Then, a complete surprise: I had never known absorption like itThose of us with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder crave absorption more than most. It would help if I were blessed with more practical skills. Basic competences in carpentry, knitting or even Lego would be so useful to me in my search for peace. As I am sorely lacking in these departments, when I do find a task to lose myself in, it is a source of great joy. Pooterishly, I have written before about a lockdown love I developed for ironing, my ardour for which is undimmed, but now it has a rival for my affection: log-stacking.A great load was discharged from the side of the log man's van. I looked at the waist-high pile and sighed. Almost all previous experience in my life of tidying or imposing order merely constituted moving piles of stuff from one place to another. Pointless. Continue reading...