Robin’s got a big job on, and not much time to get it done and no “Bloke” to help. After years of sitting outside in all weather, his trailer needed some work to get it roadworthy. More work than he first realised, to tell the truth. Lifting the ply wood floor right off revealed that the timber struts had disintegrated, the metal chassis was covered in rust, and the bolts on the axle had almost rusted through. We need the trailer to help us shift, and to carry packed boxes and crates to store in our lock-up.
He got to work with his electric drill and wire brush, working away at removing the rust from the metal chassis, sensibly donning a pair of safety glasses first. There certainly were plenty of flecks of old paint, grit and dust flying around. Something lodged in his eye, and I had to play nursemaid for a while. I peered into his eye, washed it out with warm water, and still he said he could feel something in there under the lid. I think the particle had grazed the white of his eye, and that is what he could feel.
It’s dangerous work, being a home handyman.
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