Scary

I am a wimp. This is official. I’ve long been unable to watch films that have a lot of violence in them, and rarely see films with a 15 or 18 certificate unless someone who knows me has vetted it.

It’s confirmed having watched a group of mostly 17 year old young men being taught how to use a Band Saw Machine, and the ease at which it cut through thick wood. Now, I’ve heard that machine in action a lot, I’ve watched it being used by an expert, and not really thought about it, but having learnt today all about it (I can draw a beautiful diagram of it!) and all that can go wrong… I may have to close my eyes when they are taking their turns at using it. I shall pray very hard instead. Luckily, I don’t have to have a go.

Mind you, the day before all this could’ve been a scary day, and nearly was, but I followed all my instructions to the letter and all was well. Shame about the fact the instructions had been changed and no-one informed those who needed to know. That could’ve been much, much scarier.

Then, it went and snowed. Again. There was much in the way of bad language at 05.17 a.m. as I contemplated the extra inches of the stuff that had appeared whilst I slept. I did get to come home early, though.

Boilers and pipes and washing machine all seem to be behaving, though. Thanks for the link to the Patron Saint of Plumbing, Cal, I like the mixture of things he’s Patron Saint of!! Luckily, truthsign, I am neither in North London, or in need of a new plumber. I’m sure he is an admirable saintly plumber, though, and i am convinced they all need cherishing at the moment.