Apparently - and it only strengthens my suspicion that there must have been a mix up in the maternity ward and I ended up with the wrong family - I'm the only one who thinks nipping out to the w'shop and cutting a dovetail joint or two is morale boosting.
Well it'd boost my morale anyway.
So instead, squint a bit (okay, a lot) and imagine very hard that these chocolate chip fairy cakes are, in fact, a chisel rack.
Well I can, anyway.
And so can the Old Man, who is returned from the tender mercies of the NHS and already making use again of the fastest built foot stool in the West. Yay.