Project Pew, Part the Fourth...

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Just a quick update on the progress of Project Pew - the first progress since September last year, in fact. For the last few months, the old pew has been an ad hoc dumping ground for bits of wood, tools and other workshop sundries, as the cottage uplift took priority. In fact it has been the last knockings of that uplift that has forced us to get on and move the pew up to its final resting place: unserer Wintergarten - our conservatory. We needed to get the space it occupied cleared for the table tennis table to be deployed as promised.

I am now officially spent for the day and my back is telling me to cease operations: moving that great lump of pitch-pine up from the studio with my boys this afternoon represents if not the last, at least the penultimate straw, and emulating camels with spinal injuries is not my idea of fun. I'll post a further, final update when I've got this religious perch in situ and polished up. I think it will match the colour of the floor-tiles nicely!


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  1. Joe Stoner9 May 2021 at 12:44

    I do NOT enjoy welcoming you to "The Old Man's Back Club" mate but...! I was reminded of our shenanigins with UB40 and Snooze taking out a diagonal bracing, on the scaff tower, that resulted in your broken wrist:((((( She and I were "moving shit" in my garden (LOTS of that!!!!) I wanted to move a heavy wooden gate, complete with its frame and fixing nails, SO not only heavy but dangerous to boot. I was VERY strident in telling her to not even touch it because you need to be a team and there's a WEALTH of things that a team does do & doesn't do; moving the other end of a pinned structure whilst numb-nuts here is on the other end is NOT one of them but! You guessed it she kept trying to "help" and I had to get VERY strident!! Sadly she's learnt nothing from your tragedy or my extensive instructions whilst moving my 12ft x 6ft shed that is in light sections and came out with the classic: "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you" mixing emotion with Expertease(sic)!!! Grils eh?

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