I've had the pleasure of becoming the proud owner of a 1950 lathe, a pillar drill and a small milling machine.
The trouble is where to put them, the garden shed is full of rubbish, Rachel said its a no go for the dining room, so I guess I'll have to re arrange the garage.
With the van wrapped up and moved out of the way on a shopping trolley. Rachel (after possibly feeling bad for not letting me take over the house), said she would help so I was able to persuade her to clear the painted part of the garage floor ready for the new arrivals.
With some help from a couple of friends and a hire van we hauled the equipment in to its new home.
With an early start the next day I locked the dog out of the garage (she'll only turn some wooden chair legs on the lathe if she's not watched closely) and started painting the centre of the floor on probably the coldest day we have had in 2012. This meant the paint was like treacle.
By the end of the day when I wanted to move the van back in the paint was still wet, not wanting to leave the van out I pushed the van back in on its shopping trolley, wheels wandering all over the place leaving behind a trail of fresh paint tracks and blue tyre tread.
It finally took 3 days for the floor to dry before I could walk on it without sticking to it like a Scout Hut carpet and go and play with my new toys.
p.s. the dog did manage to sneak in and leave a paw print on the new floor but I managed to catch her before she made a set of chair legs .
