LOL. Well, it IS a metal shed. Banging on the door could get his attention. And everyone else's in the marina.
Oh, he's a very predictable guy. He takes a tea break every two hours or so, I can tell when he's got that Pooh Bear rumbly in his tumbly and put the kettle on just about when the SHED disgorges its captive. The glassworking bug has hit him really hard, and I'm thrilled. He made three sets today that I felt were really worth selling, they're well-shaped, have that lovely pucker and are really classy. I'm just so pleased for him, he had a visit with the specialist yesterday and was told he'd be off probably until Christmas or worse, as the specialist never seen such a bad case of plantar fascitis in his entire practice, and was entirely baffled as how to do more than has been done. He has six weeks until his next appointment and then they may ship him off to another specialist. So, he needs something to lift his spirits. This is a guy who never had a sick day in his life and this year alone he's had severe cellulitis, and this.
LOL. That was always his fear when we were first married that he'd come back to where we were moored that day and his home would be gone. It actually happened one day when I had visitors and we went out for a spin. When we got back, of course I found him in the local having his second pint and getting a bunch of stick from his friends.
I'll try to get some photos of his new beads up today, he's at the pub drowning his sorrows and I'm having a break while the sprog has a moment with Buzz Lightyear.
What were we talking about? I forget!
-Su