Been rather neglecting the ol' blog so far this week. You know what that means - nothing doing in the workshop. Oh I meant to, of course I did. But what with the footie and one thing and another, it just never happened. I believe hiatus projectus has struck again; an inability to immediately go onto the next project having completed the previous one. You'd think I'd be starting the next one before finishing the last by now, wouldn't you? But no, dumbo here falls into the same bout of Woodworker's Block every time. And to be fair I had to devote myself whole-heartedly to The Chair at the end, to get it done in time. Even then is was a "damn close run thing". So stopping off to plane up that chestnut, f'rinstance, just wasn't on the cards. 'Specially when you're using the planer thicknesser as a worktop at the time. Ha hum.
No, I've been doing thrilling stuff like cleaning parrot cages instead. Got to leave them clean for being parrot-sat next week. Yep, off up country on Saturday until Thursday. Gasp. I haven't been away that long in years; not sure what I'll do with myself parted from my keyboard that long. Might have to prevail upon my bro to let me borrow his. Too bad he hasn't got a workshop as well, but with luck I'll be able to take in some local sites of woodworking interest to keep the withdrawal symptoms at bay. And I know someone'll ask in the comments - it's the Kent/Sussex border. Not far from Timberline, purveyor of exotic timbers, funnily enough. Hmm, plane totes, chisel handles, plot, plot..