I don't know who the hell I'm supposed to be right now.
Oh. Yeah. The reason I was after fork-handles is that I aim to repair a slasher[1] that belonged to Pa.
Were this some dreadful mid-afternoon teevee film, you could probably construct a suitably mawkish narrative.
Or, y'know, go 'Bloody woodworm's been at that. It'll want a new handle, then it'll be right as ninepence.'
[1] A grass hook on a long handle, basically. Not the thing from the internet.
Were this some dreadful mid-afternoon teevee film, you could probably construct a suitably mawkish narrative.
Or, y'know, go 'Bloody woodworm's been at that. It'll want a new handle, then it'll be right as ninepence.'
[1] A grass hook on a long handle, basically. Not the thing from the internet.