My dad liked nothing better
than mauling about in his shed, as evidenced by the tools and ironmongery accumulated
in there over the last forty years, that no doubt included stuff transferred from
his previous two sheds, and probably also items inherited when his dad passed away;
now it was my turn to cherry pick the stock (all old but things were made to
last in those days) either for my own use - a vice, some metal chisels, a tile-splitter
- or as a starter set for his grandson whose mauling-about-in-the-shed gene
will no doubt emerge sooner or later.
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