There is something very manly and romantic about a workman’s toolbox, all those tools, used to great purpose and all with a patina honed by many years of masculine use ……….
…… Sadly, we are strangers to such wondrous treasure chests and their fascinations, not knowing one end of an accruement from another, but that it doesn’t stop us greatly admiring them, especially Nigel ……. who I have had to warn, bedazzled though he is, NOT to touch ANYTHING, lest damage to them … himself…. or Castle Greysquirrel is done!
However, we are all very curious to see how things are progressing, from behind closed doors and so, when the foreman’s whistle has been blown and everyone has downed tools for the day, Darrell and Nigel are oft to be found availing themselves of a sneaky peek ……
…… All that is now left of the Castle’s salle de bain is the bath …… and the carcass of our old airing cupboard ….. which I have warned Darrell and Nigel is not for climbing, and if they get splinters it will be it on their own heads …..