Snippets from around the traps

This piece from the -  ABC -  made me smile. I’ve often wondered how folks cooped up in the never ending, ugly blocks of flats, surrounded by people and traffic manage to stay relatively sane. Carpentry, joinery and cabinet making have been in our family for hundreds of years; girls and boys allowed to join in – or not, as suits. There has to be a place of quiet, contentment and satisfaction for what used to be called ‘the Soul’ – even if it’s in a friend of mines ‘shop’ where ‘muscle cars’ create his inner peace, even with hell's own din as background music.

Who’d a thought mental health could be gained through a lump of wood or a chunk of metal; our forbears certainly knew. Just a stray thought –

Toot – toot.

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