Disaster struck last night.
I was sitting quietly. I stoked my pipe and went to light it.
The bowl fell off.
I knew this was coming. It has been more and more difficult to attach the bowl to the stem as the threads have become worn. I have a box of spare parts and managed to cobble together a pipe that just about works. But I’m waiting for the bowl to fall off again.
Okay, it’s not quite the end of the world. I have a load of other pipes ranging from very old Petersons, through Churchwardens to your bog standard ordinary straight pipes. But none of them are quite as good as my Elie. That’s the pipe I reach for when I want a puff and I would hate to abandon it.
So I dispatched an express pigeon to France and am awaiting in expectation for a response. I’m watching the pigeon loft in the hopes of a reply. Will Elie save my bacon? Will I have to revert to one of my more conventional pipes?
The tension is killing me.
I need to relax with a pipefull.