Usual

It's Friday so there was some work, worrying some variables and deciding that for some, weighting was in order. Others, not so much. Garage doors are hung and swinging freely on their hinges. A dog-walk with the kids via ice cream and beach to see the ongoing collapse of the boat, which is, unfortunately, not a metaphor for anything. And then to the pub. I was accosted in the toilet by the local cabinetmaker (joiner) who'd heard on the grapevine that I had had some gates built without his craftsman input. I merely pointed to the three sharp pencils in my shirt pocket.