Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Posted by Dave
In the pub I'm often called "pete the typist" in a derisory fashion by my mates who are generally hands on grafters. So on Saturday I had waited long enough on my mates joiner buddy sorting my skirting boards out, so did it myself.
5 and a half hours later my legs were killing me. A nice hot bath with a beer and some tunes helped, but its only today *Tuesday* my legs feel like they're my own again.
It wasn't difficult to do, panel pins and no more nails, just damn hard work. Which from my ergonomic chair with anti RSI keyboard is something I'm not used too :)
Romantic notions of leaving IT behind and taking up a traditional trade are now well and truly shelved.