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Another thread has prompted me in to this.
This confession is less of a school boy error but more a lack of experience
Just a year after I started out doing refurbs I got a job fitting a new kitchen for one of my best mates uncles (My mate still works for me to this day) Of course this included the tiling which were chamfered metro brick bond tiles, In my quest for perfection and knowing trim would never sit flat against the chamfered edges I decided to mitre the tiles in to the window reveals.
If the truth be told I admire my young self to go to the trouble but sadly my in-experience meant although my mitres were perfect, the ceramic edge meant they were razor sharp!
Fast forward a year and I’m in the pub with my best mate’s old man and he asks me to pass the cheese?? "What the hell are you talking about Russ??" Turns out that since I finished, the uncle had taken to grating his cheese on my dangerously sharp mitres to highlight my faux pas. It got so bad at one point that complete strangers (although not strangers to my mates old man) would come and say "I've been told you're the man to speak to about cheese graters" wink. wink, nudge, nudge.... bas***ds!
15 years later I still get asked to pass the cheese by the mate’s old man. 15 years! and still no sign of dementia no matter how hard I pray
This confession is less of a school boy error but more a lack of experience
Just a year after I started out doing refurbs I got a job fitting a new kitchen for one of my best mates uncles (My mate still works for me to this day) Of course this included the tiling which were chamfered metro brick bond tiles, In my quest for perfection and knowing trim would never sit flat against the chamfered edges I decided to mitre the tiles in to the window reveals.
If the truth be told I admire my young self to go to the trouble but sadly my in-experience meant although my mitres were perfect, the ceramic edge meant they were razor sharp!
Fast forward a year and I’m in the pub with my best mate’s old man and he asks me to pass the cheese?? "What the hell are you talking about Russ??" Turns out that since I finished, the uncle had taken to grating his cheese on my dangerously sharp mitres to highlight my faux pas. It got so bad at one point that complete strangers (although not strangers to my mates old man) would come and say "I've been told you're the man to speak to about cheese graters" wink. wink, nudge, nudge.... bas***ds!
15 years later I still get asked to pass the cheese by the mate’s old man. 15 years! and still no sign of dementia no matter how hard I pray
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