I went to my chapel of prayer this lunchtime. I wanted to buy some timber. No. Not wood. Timber. Tiiiiimmmmm baaaaaah! I also needed to get some keys cut. I managed to get someone to help me with my key cutting, but the guy operating the machine had a habit of repeating the error messages on the screen as though somehow that would solve his problems. Eventually he managed to restart the key cutting machine, clean it, recalibrate it and make my first key. Then, he got very confused about which key was which, getting to the second, and even went off in search of the wrong blank - luckily his habit of saying everything out loud managed to help me avert this mistake.
Sadly, the right blank wasn't in stock, so I'm one key short of a spare set. That's a nice euphemism for this chap too... though I must point out that he was a nice guy and tried to be helpful. As a result, I was gentle and tender with him, rather than impatient and snappy. I took my one key and was confident that I was a step further towards my spare set... though I'll have to get another done somewhere else before I need the spare set, on Monday at the latest.
I went off in search of some floorboard material and couldn't find, in the general stock of floorboards, the size I wanted - 170 x 20. So I asked someone. Then he made me ask someone else. That person basically said that they didn't stock the size I wanted, though there were some 169 x 20.5. We're talking mm here. So I bought that. Seriously, does anyone think that someone's being a bit picky there!? I wanted to have the 3.6m length cut before I failed to get it in my car. Nobody was around to use the big sawing machine, and it would appear that that machine isn't really to be used for floorboard. So they lent me a handsaw.
How manly is that!? Handsawing my own timber in a B&Q!?
I felt under scrutiny. Nobody was watching, but my handsawing isn't incredibly impressive.
Still, the timber is in my car, and I'm now sitting in eager anticipation of my order of 300 woodscrews to put this wood down with.
Oh yeah. Tonight's going to be a boner.
Sadly, the right blank wasn't in stock, so I'm one key short of a spare set. That's a nice euphemism for this chap too... though I must point out that he was a nice guy and tried to be helpful. As a result, I was gentle and tender with him, rather than impatient and snappy. I took my one key and was confident that I was a step further towards my spare set... though I'll have to get another done somewhere else before I need the spare set, on Monday at the latest.
I went off in search of some floorboard material and couldn't find, in the general stock of floorboards, the size I wanted - 170 x 20. So I asked someone. Then he made me ask someone else. That person basically said that they didn't stock the size I wanted, though there were some 169 x 20.5. We're talking mm here. So I bought that. Seriously, does anyone think that someone's being a bit picky there!? I wanted to have the 3.6m length cut before I failed to get it in my car. Nobody was around to use the big sawing machine, and it would appear that that machine isn't really to be used for floorboard. So they lent me a handsaw.
How manly is that!? Handsawing my own timber in a B&Q!?
I felt under scrutiny. Nobody was watching, but my handsawing isn't incredibly impressive.
Still, the timber is in my car, and I'm now sitting in eager anticipation of my order of 300 woodscrews to put this wood down with.
Oh yeah. Tonight's going to be a boner.
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