Just Pott[er]ing About...

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Tonight's post was going to be "Yet Another Brick...", as The Crooked House at Himley [blog posts passim] is totally no more, having been razed to the ground, without council permission, forty-eight hours after the fire that gutted the pub took place. However, this - on prima facie evidence alone - obvious case of arson, is now thankfully under investigation as such, by the police and authorities. I would like to add that I would like to punch the miscreant who caused the demise of The Crooked House - although I suspect that there are more than one involved - square in the(ir) vile gob(s). And that from a lifelong pacifist...

So, to avoid risking further hypertension over this cultural atrocity, I knuckled down to some project carpentry today, as you do. Pictured is the upcycled kitchen table, donated by a neighbour, which I turned into the long-overdue potting table today, in situ in what is now becoming our third-stage wood store: the old shed. Not a big job, but it's been on the to-do list for a couple of years now, so here it is...

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  1. Anonymous10 August 2023 at 05:05

    As I hinted Kel it's an obvious insurance fraud and even our brian-dead plod should be able to "sort" it! Get a groundswell of locals, this might make 'em realize what they've lost, and enforced reconstruction is a possibility.
    But you'll need a better planning dept., than ours: I've always had a problem using Ty Capel, for that is what my house IS, it took nearly fifteen years for them to standardize on 2 but yesterday I got a letter for a house in Pen y Groes!!!!
    Joe
    Can a comment be longer than the blog????:)

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