Desktop

I'd had the idea of cutting a "lump of wood" to fashion into a new desktop to fit a fiddly corner in the study/office/snug at home. Just right for putting the machine, modem and other bits and bobs back eventually.

My mate D (much better at woodwork than me) offered to "assist" (i.e. do it). He measured up and said he'd got an idea. There's a second-hand office furniture warehouse in a former Methodist reading room in a tiny village near us.

Off we went; I treated D to a lunch of bacon, black pudding and egg butties, with lashings of tea, at the near-by farm shop. Then we went to the warehouse to explain what we wanted.

Not entirely sure the proprietor could get his head round our design. Nevertheless, he went in the back and came back with an old solid wood desktop which we could see would be perfect.

"How much?" said I; "Five quid" said he. Bargain. D (whispering): "Try and knock him down to four..."

*Sigh* Yorkshiremen...