ditl

i wake up far too late as always, and trip up over an empty tea mug as i get out of bed. stumbling my way to the kitchen, i fill up on honey nut cornflakes and tea before being ready for the outside world. i gather my bag which i assume has everything in it, hop in my trusty micra and head to the workshop through the backlanes. they've been somewhat eroded during the recent inclement weather, the car slides a bit round some of the corners along with the occasional jump. as i arrive at the workshop, i instantly wish i'd worn more clothes, bloody freezing up there! i open the door, and the instant smell of wood dust and sap hits you straightaway. it's a nice smell, but im pretty sure i wouldnt want my house to have the same aromas. as usual, i begin by looking (i'd say studying but i wouldn't want to pretend im a pro) at the pieces i have, and what im going to do today. cutting i decide is the order of the day, with a bit of paring. i amatuerishly mark out my cuts using my trusty scalpel and my not so trusty square, and using Predator (the name of the saw, apparently) i cut the rebates or notches, whatever they are for one of the legs. this goes well, after i make them as square as i can using the resources i have, which are some sketchy chisels, squiffy eyes and dodgy squares. although summed up in a sentence, this takes me an hour. however now, one side is nearing completion. all i have to do is cut the joints for the other side, and cut the notches from the main beams for it to rest on. weirdly satisfied, and too lazy to do anymore for the day, i head home and eat a bacon sandwich, and write this.

pretty boring this week really, i'm just trying to make sure i have a post a week to keep it semi regular. time to go sell pizza.

o x