Angle Grinders and Table Legs.

I have a feeling of inspiration. For the next week I will endeavour to write at least two posts each day. One of the day’s activities and another of an irritation or intrigue.

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In bed for four hours, fully clothed. Woken up by my nanna to a request for some angle grinding.
My mother wanted 13cm cut off the bottom of the IKEA table legs for some reason involving infants.

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So I was in the shed, sparks flying, with gloves, eye-wear & a grandmother for support. And the outcome. A shorter, non-wobbly table.

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