The gentleman builder
Feb 07, 2020
2 minutes
t will have been well over a year since I downed tools, forsook the Old Milking Parlour down by the shores of Loch Broom, and vowed never to take up a ball-peen hammer in anger ever again, at least for money. Those who believe I should be pining for the smell of oak dust and the whine of the bandsaw can think again. These days, and it is in the midst of
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