Paul555
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It took me a month or more to make this in my garage. It's nowt special but made from some really old oak planks, planed redwood and a bit of black iron. I wanted it to be really solid so I bolted through the legs with some m10 coach bolts into the side rails and routed out some slots on the inside face of the rails to access the nuts. It's finished now, all oiled & waxed, but I can't get far enough away from it in the bedroom it occupies to get a decent picture. However, the bed isn't the reason for this post.....
I'd like to blame my age, arthritic hands, dodgy knees and tennis elbow for the time it took to make but sadly that's not the case. In my little garage, along with a small wood burner and comfy chair, I keep a stash of rather nice single malt hidden from the wife..I say a stash, it's more like a case of the stuff, but it only ever came out when I'd finished for the day. The days were getting shorter and shorter, the job was taking longer and longer and despite my best efforts at subterfuge, the wife was getting more and more suspicious. I thought I was getting away with it until the day the bed was finally ready.
"Will you be bringing that whiskey indoors now?" she says....
With a daft grin on my face I ask her how she knew.
"Well" she says, "Your level of joviality seemed to increase as the mornings wore on, you've burn't your fingers twice on that damn stove, you booked 2 holidays, bought a Range Rover and you're asleep by 7 o'clock every night"
"Is that it?" I say..
"No, not exactly. Come with me" replies the wife as she leads me up the drive.
"Now, turn around and what do you see?
Let down and busted by my homemade trestles....!!!!!
I'd like to blame my age, arthritic hands, dodgy knees and tennis elbow for the time it took to make but sadly that's not the case. In my little garage, along with a small wood burner and comfy chair, I keep a stash of rather nice single malt hidden from the wife..I say a stash, it's more like a case of the stuff, but it only ever came out when I'd finished for the day. The days were getting shorter and shorter, the job was taking longer and longer and despite my best efforts at subterfuge, the wife was getting more and more suspicious. I thought I was getting away with it until the day the bed was finally ready.
"Will you be bringing that whiskey indoors now?" she says....
With a daft grin on my face I ask her how she knew.
"Well" she says, "Your level of joviality seemed to increase as the mornings wore on, you've burn't your fingers twice on that damn stove, you booked 2 holidays, bought a Range Rover and you're asleep by 7 o'clock every night"
"Is that it?" I say..
"No, not exactly. Come with me" replies the wife as she leads me up the drive.
"Now, turn around and what do you see?
Let down and busted by my homemade trestles....!!!!!
