I was going to fix the small table top, outside.
It's made of plywood, and the weather hasn't been kind to it - plywood tends to buckle and crack if exposed to moisture, over time.
Not to mention the cockatoos who made great sport of peeling the table, ha ha.
I was going to go to the hardware store...
But it's Saturday, and the hardware store will be, um, busy...
It's not a good place to try to manoeuvre a trolley that isn't made to go round corners, not with a couple of planks on it, which will stick out over the end, incidentally.
The thing steers like a brick, and with the added extra bit sticking out the front, all that's needed to truly complicate the situation is a corridor full of people reeking of sausage sizzle sausages and burnt onion, who have, it seems, almost entirely lost any semblance of common sense - no, the awesome power of your ego will not protect you from the planks, on the trolley, at shin height, from connecting with said shins, as you barge into it, then look surprised...
Sorry, but a large and essentially immovable object is just that...
No, I don't think I'll go to the hardware store, today.
It all seems too much hassle, ha ha.
I think I'll wait for "People who actually know what they're doing here, day" before I go in.
There's five of them, you know, neatly sandwiched between the weekends... ha ha.
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