So, there I was, removing some polycarb sheeting from an angle iron frame,
just above head height. Nuts & bolts had been used, which were rusted to
buggery.

Out came the trusty angle grinder. First bolt, heated to red hot status due
to the attentions of the angle grinder, parted company from the frame.

With incredible accuracy it went right down the front of my bib & brace type
overalls. Due to a design fault with the overalls (and nothing to do with
my fondness for beer) it lodged roughly between pectorals & abdomen - a
sharp burning sensation caused me to dance about, flapping at my overalls in
a demented manor.

The relief at the red hot metallic object's movement was immediately
replaced by the fear about where it would next stop. This resulted in me
dancing about like a maniac grasping the crotch of said overalls.

Successfully avoiding the wedding tackle, the still very hot bolt managed to
travel down my right leg finally lodging itself in the top of my sock. This
involved me hopping about like a demented rabbit until it finally fell out.

The woman I was working for nearly wet herself laughing.

I might give up using angle grinders.............



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Dave
The Medway Handyman
www.medwayhandyman.co.uk
01634 717930
07850 597257