Anakana Schofield – Award Winning Author of Bina, Martin John and Malarky

I am upping the woodwork ante! I am making a 7-foot-table. Except there’s already a minor problem. I may have miscalculated the legs as it’s looking like a fairly stumpy affair. However, and this is the big however, I am taking my ambition to a new height and attempting to build a box for the table frame.

How else can you build a table? I hear you ask. Well I was going to fling my hook at it and resort to simple L brackets to attach the legs, but when faced with the bendy looking 79 cent L bracket and my 7 foot lumber, well the lumber pleaded not to spend its life wiggling at the hips.

How and ever the 64cm height measurement may be another of my impeded numerical readings.

Then there’s the challenge of building it in the 100 sq foot we inhabit.


At the hardware shop I compared scars with two very damaged males.

One had essentially lost the use of his little finger, the other had sliced across the tendon in his thumb. My saw decorated forefinger was well but the daisy among these hardcore injuries. The thumb man, a carpenter, had faired much better than the little finger man. The thumb man had acquired his damage in his work, a story about some form of knife that slipped while he was (insert vague up and down motions). The little finger man severed his tendon he said from glass. I assumed it must be some industrial sized piece of glass he had been cutting. Mais non, as we traded stories, he was in fact holding an ordinary household glass which took and shattered in his hand. Astonishing damage the average glass can do. I am sworn off them.


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