I had just finished dinner at a local hostelry the other night with my friend Haydn, when a young woman he knew spotted him and came across to join us. After the introductions, Haydn asked “So what have you been up to Nelly?”
Nelly informed us she’d been revamping her kitchen and proudly scrolled through numerous pictures on her ‘phone to show us the results. Nelly had cut some old weathered fence palings at 45° and glued them in a chevron pattern onto the fronts of her kitchen cupboard doors and drawers.
She had done it all very neatly and Haydn and I nodded approvingly and congratulated her on a job well done.
Haydn said “Jack does a bit of woodwork you know.” I sighed a long sigh. “Do you have a picture of that chest you can show Nelly?” he quizzed, as he pushed against the table and rocked back in his chair, shoulders already heaving with laughter.
As it happened, I did, so I begrudgingly produced my ‘phone and scrolled to a picture of a recently made chest of drawers and extended the ‘phone across the table to Nelly.
“Oh that’s all right!” said Nelly, admiring the chest. “I sometimes fix up old shit too.”