I'd been working on top of our kitchen table in the back garden for a couple of
hours chopping out the strings with a mallet and chisel, and had driven the
table's legs about four inches down into the garden!
But I learned a
lot from that job my first 'biggy' what with the added
difficulty of repairing woodwork in-situ (which requires a lot more skill and
patience) and the added inconvenience of the plank.
"I'm not walking
up this tomorrow night. You get it finished, or I'll get a builder in.
You should have finished it by now. Yer mother'll be breaking her bloody neck...
Can you manage, Harriet? I've got you if you fall."
This
was Dad's way of complaining. The stairs were finished the following night,
with not another complaint or sound of a creaking board. What a good feeling
that was.
Newly-planed
timber still fires my creative juices, and although that fire goes out a little
quicker now, its still there.
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