[Enunciated in a broad “Dahn t’pub, eh by gum!” Yorkshire accent.]
I mentioned in a previous post; the convenience of engaging an unpromising eight-year-old boy to come into work an hour ahead of you every morning to prepare the day’s glue in a cast iron pot on top of the workshop stove. Apparently you’re not allowed to do that any longer! More’s the pity.
I do at least have the advantage now of an electric glue pot (of sorts) which is infinitely more expedient than the old-cast-iron-pot-on-the-stove arrangement. Nowadays my mornings commence in an altogether more leisurely fashion, seated at the computer, reading and answering countless emails. (Strangely enough, I’m in contact with far fewer people than I used to be, but I spend inordinately more time communicating with those few.)
All the while, my shed beckons and when I do go out and unlock the door, I see the glue pot sitting there with its contents cold and stiff – so I switch it on and despondantly shuffle back to the computer to read more emails for a while.
My son is a darling, darling boy! He recently sent me a pack of three remote controlled power sockets complete with a handy little transmitter.
I now have the glue pot plugged into one of the remote control sockets and I sit in front of my computer of a morning and press the corresponding button on the transmitter and inside the shed, a little orange LED on the glue pot lights up. Ahhh the luxury!