A Double edged sword...

A double edged sword, catchy title eh, thought that would get your attention, but this week’s posting is not about sharp items intent on harm, but more of that later. I’ve just got a brief window (whilst my rice is cooking) to fill you in on the week’s events. Managed to get down to the sailing club at Gresford the other day with Jim, with the intention of removing some boat trailers, which were basically rusting away making the place a bit of an eyesore, and hopefully picking up the second hull. But as you have guessed by now nothing runs smoothly for yours truly and once more I was thwarted by the complete absence of said hull. So I spent the morning dragging the prehistoric, rusting frames of about 8 trailers and launch trolleys without much hope of reward (except of course the satisfaction of a job well done). But fortune favors the brave, as they say, and when we’d finally lashed the lot together and dragged it to the local scrap merchants we came back with 26 pounds for our labors, I didn’t realise scrap metal was worth so much at the moment so the local church roofs had better be well protected from now on, and I don’t just mean a small amount of lead for fishing weights! (Only joking – honest). But the best upshot of the morning’s activities’ is that now a salvageable trailer frame and launching trolley frame now sit on my drive taking their place in the projects queue (yes I know, nothing has to be said about time money etc…).

Ok back to the multiple precipice weaponry statement. Regular readers of my musings (and I sincerely thank you all) may well recall my posting; ‘to a mouse’ in which I was lamenting about a certain medical condition which is afflicting my good self. Well the time of reckoning has arrived and I’ve received my operation time which is a week today. So here’s the double edged sword point:- for the last few months I’ve been as about as much use as a one legged man in a backside kicking competition, to say that I was mis-firing on all four cylinders is a rather large understatement so to have confirmation of the date of redemption from this affliction is mighty relieving. But here’s the rub, I’ve an inherent fear of hospitals and the thought of full anesthetic is slightly worrying (bloody terrifying actually), but it’s going to happen whether I like it or not so hey hum here we go…

Oh and finally to end this particular muse I’ve reopened my ‘pay for all projects’ account at the dreaded E-bay, starting with a small steam engine commencing this coming Sunday, well needs must when the devil drives (where do people keep coming up with these sayings?) but as I’m sure I’ve said before if I wish to enjoy my outdoor orientated life style, and keep on taking on projects then it all has to be paid for, by hook or by crook (there’s another one!). That’s about it for now, off to the goggle box the curl up with my beloved Clare and scream my head off at the Welsh hopefully taming the Samoans, fingers crossed.