Saturday we found a little local gem that is just about as useful as an ice cube in the arctic.
Rub these little guys against the pavement for a few seconds and they become hotter than hell in July. In a place where the heat makes it hard to, well, live, you can see the immense uselessness of these things.
They almost burned David’s hand when the street salesman plopped one in his palm.
My sweet husband couldn’t rudely tell someone to bug off if he tried. Plus, he wanted to get me something fun from the Saturday market. So when a guy approached us selling fire nuts, we paid $10 to get a bracelet made of them!
They allegedly stay warm for about two minutes. I wish we would have known about these in Newcastle!
