As promised it was demolition day. I think that everybody - bar Derek and
Greg - had a spell in the long room, tearing down the remains of our learning
curve.
Our two sparkies devoted their time to laying in wires and continuing the
discourse on raspberry pies. For the rest of us it was out with the electric
drills, who's got the bit for these bl--dy square head screws, ouch I didn't see
that screw tip sticking out, pass me the crowbar - no make that the hammer, and
give us a lift with this. By time to go home the long room is clear and clean,
apart from one lonely piece of bench, Geoff the Sec's trailer was loaded high
and wide if not handsome, and a bunch of old men were wandering about saying
"Don't know about you, but I'm st-ff-d"
We had the sense to break off at one point to sample scones with jam and
cream, and talk earnestly about same sex marriage - no one present had any first
hand experience, so it was a bit one sided.
Our thanks to the effort put in by Geoff tS, Dale, Martin, Judy, George,
Helen, Rod, David, and the sparkies of course.
Next week we should be back to building rather than destroying.
Peter
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