Wood and Superglue
by Lachie Strummer - 19:51 on 07 October 2012
No Sleep
Couldn’t sleep last night. There’s nothing worse. Well, there probably are lots of things that are worse - war, famine, pestilence, The One Show, - but you know what I mean.
At one stage I tried giving myself a stern talking to and threatening a complete alcohol ban for 2 weeks.
But to no avail.
My next course of action was that age-old remedy ‘counting sheep’.
Only problem with this was that by the time I’d got my boiler-suit and wellies on and found a suitable torch I was even more awake than before!
I did start feeling a bit drowsy about 5 minutes before the alarm went off - I should sleep well tonight.
Inside
With all this recent wind and rain I’ve been spending a fair amount of time in the shed, that haven of masculinity.
Trying to hone my skills on the wood lathe has been interesting. When I first started operating this machine there were large chunks of wooden shrapnel flying in all directions. Hard hat and full body armour was the order of the day!
I think it’s what’s referred to as ‘an ongoing project’.
Ghopopghl;er
I’m not good with superglue. Last weekend I inadvertedly superglued my index and middle finger on my right hand together when doing a wee job in the shed.
Being a 21st Century kind of a guy I headed for the house and googled for help!
The word ‘Ghopopghler;er’ is what happens when you ‘google’ the word ‘Google’ with your index and middle finger superglued together.
Feckin’ superglue!
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