On Saturday I got so fed up with the state of Phil's cave (this is the workshop under the house) that I started cleaning it out. There were wood scraps from his wood chopping, tools from one of the room to the other, scaffolding, plywood, cigarette butts, beer cans and so much dust and dirt.
I worked solidly all day, and was very proud of my work. Spending a day in a blokes workshop I thought I'd relax like a bloke - I got my myself a beer from the fridge and sat there admiring my new workshop whilst blowing all the dust and dirt out of my nose. It was truly disgusting - I also spent the night coughing my lungs out. Anyway all the tools are in place, I've dusted and cleaned the work benches, placed partitions around the walls to block the site of all Phils construction materials, curtained up the workbenches to create a cover as there are no doors and placed a piece of carpet and chair where one can sit and enjoy the atmosphere.
I was preparing dinner later on and could not find Phil - I ventured downstairs, and there he sat on the chair admiring all my work. He could now see through the clutter and mess that he was dreaming up his next big project - "we can turn this into a room" - OMG! we don't need any more rooms. Just keep it a workshop!!! - if anything, a nice wine cellar would be nice.
