Departed from the house in considerable self disgust. The morning was wasted, there is no wish to be involved in family things any more. There is a complete lack of future in all of these dealings. It is a shame that so much that was gained will be lost. What can one say?
There is nothing to bleat about. If you are driven to things by decency then indecency will have an easy time of just making fun of you. It
is just a matter of viewpoint.
Went to the tool suppliers and baut a small bottle of cutting oil. Hopefully that will turn out to be the right thing for the stropping belt on the sharpening machine.
Then walk to the artists studio.
Work out how to use the sharpening jig which arrived by post today.
Out of curiosity sharpen most of the concave wood working chisels in the workshop.
At eight in the evening they are razor sharp, but for one misshapen gouge, which some expert will have to deal with by hand.
Sometime
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