Twister_Ken
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...is having one cut to port on your forehead and a matching one to starboard, both showing red.
My tale of re-decking woe is just about at the end of part one, and deck is now waterproofed ready for a change of venue. In the course of removing the old deck, I stripped the slots from just a few of the hundreds of screws that were holding the old deck down. Between other jobs this weekend, decided to use the notch on the end on a pry bar to pull the remaining screws straight out. All going swimmingly until one particular screw needed a bit more avoirdupois, so I got my well-larded body over it and gave a heave. Out it popped, and the other end of the pry bar sprang back and hit me in the head. Being a non-quiche-eater, I carried on and finished the job, which concluded with one more extra-stubborn screw. Same story, whack, ouch.
At which point, a certain stickineness manifested itself on my brow, so decided to wander off to the toilet block and clean myself up a bit. When, from out of ra blue, arrives Jimi, SWMBO and an unbelieveably small rudder (no wonder he breaks so many). SWMBO, last heard of stranded on a sandbar in the Wash, faints at the sight of bloody TK. Jimi invites me aboard Glen Rosa, so he can stitch "yer heid" according to ship captain's medical notes in Reeds. I may be stupid, but not that stupid...
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My tale of re-decking woe is just about at the end of part one, and deck is now waterproofed ready for a change of venue. In the course of removing the old deck, I stripped the slots from just a few of the hundreds of screws that were holding the old deck down. Between other jobs this weekend, decided to use the notch on the end on a pry bar to pull the remaining screws straight out. All going swimmingly until one particular screw needed a bit more avoirdupois, so I got my well-larded body over it and gave a heave. Out it popped, and the other end of the pry bar sprang back and hit me in the head. Being a non-quiche-eater, I carried on and finished the job, which concluded with one more extra-stubborn screw. Same story, whack, ouch.
At which point, a certain stickineness manifested itself on my brow, so decided to wander off to the toilet block and clean myself up a bit. When, from out of ra blue, arrives Jimi, SWMBO and an unbelieveably small rudder (no wonder he breaks so many). SWMBO, last heard of stranded on a sandbar in the Wash, faints at the sight of bloody TK. Jimi invites me aboard Glen Rosa, so he can stitch "yer heid" according to ship captain's medical notes in Reeds. I may be stupid, but not that stupid...
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