dipsadoodle
work was one big YAWN. I welded up fifty odd identical plates.
But my vaguely interesting dilemma of the day was:
What should I do with my spontaneously combusting rag? I can't throw it in the bin, for fear it will set many things on fire...I can't keep it because it keeps setting my stuff on fire...whatthefeckdoIdo? I figure I'll have to burn it in a controlled manner, but it'll be all smokey and icky.
I'm not entirely sure why it's spontaneously combusting. Something to do with the odd thinners/acid/oil mixture, I guess. It's quite offputting, and I keep expecting the workshop to burn down overnight.
What else happened...nothing. I went shopping and chased Smecs around the supermarket by prodding her with a french stick. Went a bit bonkers, swore at rozzers. Taught KJ a new word - Lairy.
Youp.
But my vaguely interesting dilemma of the day was:
What should I do with my spontaneously combusting rag? I can't throw it in the bin, for fear it will set many things on fire...I can't keep it because it keeps setting my stuff on fire...whatthefeckdoIdo? I figure I'll have to burn it in a controlled manner, but it'll be all smokey and icky.
I'm not entirely sure why it's spontaneously combusting. Something to do with the odd thinners/acid/oil mixture, I guess. It's quite offputting, and I keep expecting the workshop to burn down overnight.
What else happened...nothing. I went shopping and chased Smecs around the supermarket by prodding her with a french stick. Went a bit bonkers, swore at rozzers. Taught KJ a new word - Lairy.
Youp.