*That* Was Close!!!

[Ken's Deputy 4,463]

I mentioned, last night, on the Office Chairs thread ..... Well, I mentioned quite a lot on there, actually. But, the thing is, I said how A/ Half my body is trying to twist itself apart and make me die, horribly. And, B/ I'd gone and got an old rat bait box to sit on. Effort to raise my seat, see?

So, that's that. (i) My typing's all over the show, because of the discomfort. (ii) I've kept away from this fukking desk as much as possible, today. (iii) I'm distracted as fukk ~ because of the discomfort that's following me around.

Now, I've gone and mislaid my tape measure! First, that speed square I'd promised a mate. Then, that Easy Scribe thing that I bought ~ and lost, somewhere in here, before I even had a chance to use it! God alone knows where That's gone!!! And now my fukking tape. And my back is Absolutely Fukking Killing Me!!!

And, it's in that exact frame of mind that I've barged back into my tool room. Leaning in close to every surface. Looking for that tape. I'm actually quite a compulsively tidy person, in my own way. I pride myself on (Normally!) being able to put my finger straight on any of my tools.

Scanning the work bench. Move that pencil. That belongs There. What's that fukking rat trap still doing, sitting there? Came out of that rat box, last night.  Since when do I have rat traps on my work bench? Move That! SNAP!!! 

I actually remember Feeling my arsehole slam shut!!! Christ almighty though; That was fukking close!!!

 

 

And, for anyone else?