Whatever that means



I mean what would you do if you were strolling home from the pub and happened across an old roof joist in a skip? Damn right, you’d save it from landfill, get your mate to grab an end and you’d take it home. That’s about 30 crates worth of nice pine (and a couple of nice fires from the side that’s full of nails). And I managed to only disturb the neighbours for half an hour cutting it down from one big plank to nine little slabs that will be cut down into little 5mm slices tomorrow night.


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This entry was posted on April 28, 2014 by in The Bank of Me.
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