After the family reunion down at Havelock North and all the Christmas and New Year stuff and a weeks work helping my son out on a big job in Auckland it is back to the etching press business.
I got the lathe going and oh my it is SO dangerous!! Exciting and engrossing!! I wonder is it the obvious danger of hanging around a beast like this or is it just the novelty?
Four more press rollers made on the lathe and it's paid for itself and I shall probably be bored
with it though I hope never complacent; I can plainly see several different and devious ways this machine could whip off a finger or two..
Well driving the car is like in Catch 22: I've done way more than my 25 missions and the odds of my survival... Sorry- just a little gallows humour.
I like to ponder death, it helps me enjoy life.
I can just see my guardian angel or some such creature glaring and saying "John! You been pondering death?!!"
"Mate! Do I look like the sort of person who would stoop to pondering? Get over yourself you uppity imaginary creature- lighten up would ya? S'fiction I'm writing here"