tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141932539860553199.post2333041071843308981..comments2024-03-05T10:52:24.691+00:00Comments on Mark Wadsworth: Today I have been mostly...Mark Wadsworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07733511175178098449noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141932539860553199.post-21867348995938315912018-03-24T18:28:42.175+00:002018-03-24T18:28:42.175+00:00JK, sounds like a pleasant waste of a childhood
H...<i>JK, sounds like a pleasant waste of a childhood</i><br /><br />Hardly. There's nothing pleasant about your ten year old hands being so numb from the cold of a Norfolk summer they can't feel the man sized bow saw as the ice rain fills your welly boots (cos 'he'll grow into them'), nor pushing home a pram, model 'old bag lady', of logs past all the centrally heated homes where your mates live. I suppose I should say it was character building, taught me some valuable life lesson; it didn't. Mind you when some US reality tv 'star' was grizzling about having to chop enough firewood to heat his colonial era hut I did allow myself a snigger before embarking on a rant about his lack of axing and sawing skills.jack ketchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07921268825653615322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141932539860553199.post-73163068049075898352018-03-24T18:08:07.709+00:002018-03-24T18:08:07.709+00:00JK, sounds like a pleasant waste of a childhood, a...JK, sounds like a pleasant waste of a childhood, and indeed a pleasant waste of a Saturday.Mark Wadsworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07733511175178098449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141932539860553199.post-12989059334075584172018-03-24T17:54:00.797+00:002018-03-24T17:54:00.797+00:00Ahhh yes a Saturday spent getting your inner Cavem...Ahhh yes a Saturday spent getting your inner Caveman on, I remember those days (before my parents could afford central heating) well. Memories of trekking up to the local Dog Toilet (or 'woods') with me Dad, axes, bow saws and a broken pram to keep the holy Rayburn fed. <br /><br />My Saturday, not that any one will be remotely interested, was spent in quiet contemplation of S.Pollington's most excellent book "Old English For Fuckwits"; some light German noun declensions and a spot of shorthand practice, before cleaning the bathroom *note to self, get a 'char'*jack ketchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07921268825653615322noreply@blogger.com