This weekend we have started work on a new bathroom. Because we plan to build the second one before dismantling the first, we'll soon have a house full of bathrooms and nowhere for the dining table.
Em and Jip make pizza dough. At six they have to be at the sailing club for the second junior theory evening with our top trainers Thomas Slijkhuis and Jelmer van Beek.
Take your time Concentrate. Think the whole thing through before you start. Of course I know how I should go to work. That only makes me more angry at my own stupidity when I put the end of my thumb in the saw. Idiot!
There is so much technical stuff on the No Limit yachts that the carpentry has to fit round the cables, piping, motors, airco etc. and still end up looking as if that's what you wanted to do all along. And fit together perfectly of course - which is why I've ordered a real pair of glasses.
Eggs and baked beans on toast, marmalade and tea with milk. 30 years in The Netherlands this year; not completely English any more but not a Dutchman either by the look of breakfast.
Lying on my back, looking up mitre corners, sanding and scraping a fit, all the sawdust and shavings fall on my glasses and not in my eyes. Maybe there's a maker of +2 safety glasses out there somewhere?
OK, it's time to admit that I need glasses if I want to make my saw cuts millimeter perfect? Now I have to find a pair of glasses that I can bump, sit on and generally misuse. It's that or buy ten pairs of 3 euro glasses at the Hema. Any ideas?