I am a mobile spirit level
No sooner do I sit down with Lappy to write my usual fatuous six-word-Saturday than I am summoned to the workshop to adjudicate on the level of Jock’s electric drill …again … and again. He’s making a set of shelves to go beside the fire for our friends at Le Moulin,
and requires my presence every ten minutes or so. I hope my astigmatism doesn’t lead to wonky holes for the screws!