Following the delivery of a large red box of Portamig goodness (courtesy of Weldequip of this manor) I thought I'd embark on a good tidy up of the garage and reorganise my tool boxes in order to accomodate the beastie. So here's a selection of the thoughts that crossed my mind throughout the day.
"How come I've got four of them?" (e.g. adjustable pipe wrenches)
"What the hell is that used for?" (e.g. a light four pronged thing spherical on one end and what looks like a reamer of some kind on the other)
"Damn, I wish I had that last week, I could've used that?" (e.g. gas soldering iron)
"Glad I found that, that's really useful. Even though I've had it for twenty years and never used it once" (e.g. small sprocket pulley ... x2)
"Damn, my favourite screwdriver must be here amongst the 50 odd that I've got, even though I've got ten others the same size." (a long flat ended one left by a mobile mechanic when he serviced my car thirty years ago, same goes for pliers)
And (taking into account the above) "Where shall I put that new boxed screwdriver set I bought last week?" (Had to have 'em ... they're in a nice neat carry case)
I will go through a few weeks of stress when I've finished until I've learnt where I've put everything and I promise that once tidy I will put everything away in it's place when I've finished (yeah, like hell I will).
And why is it, that whatever garages or sheds or workshops I've had, I've always needed just an extra two square feet of floor space to get everything in?
And to think the missus assumes I'm just out there always having fun. She just doesn't understand.
"How come I've got four of them?" (e.g. adjustable pipe wrenches)
"What the hell is that used for?" (e.g. a light four pronged thing spherical on one end and what looks like a reamer of some kind on the other)
"Damn, I wish I had that last week, I could've used that?" (e.g. gas soldering iron)
"Glad I found that, that's really useful. Even though I've had it for twenty years and never used it once" (e.g. small sprocket pulley ... x2)
"Damn, my favourite screwdriver must be here amongst the 50 odd that I've got, even though I've got ten others the same size." (a long flat ended one left by a mobile mechanic when he serviced my car thirty years ago, same goes for pliers)
And (taking into account the above) "Where shall I put that new boxed screwdriver set I bought last week?" (Had to have 'em ... they're in a nice neat carry case)
I will go through a few weeks of stress when I've finished until I've learnt where I've put everything and I promise that once tidy I will put everything away in it's place when I've finished (yeah, like hell I will).
And why is it, that whatever garages or sheds or workshops I've had, I've always needed just an extra two square feet of floor space to get everything in?
And to think the missus assumes I'm just out there always having fun. She just doesn't understand.
