Turning up at a house renovation in Adelaide, I pulled on my earmuffs, safety goggles and gloves. A concrete cutter, I prided myself on being safety conscious, knowing how dangerous the power tools were.
‘Hello,’ I said to the elderly owner and a few tradies on site, before setting myself up in the lounge room.
Picking up the metal concrete cutter with a rotating blade, I pressed it against the grey concrete wall. The new razor-sharp blade cut through the concrete like butter.
About 10am I set up in the back garden to cut the
