Prior to leaving for the city today, I worked on the wording for one of our websites (the wed wabbit wan awound the wed woses). Sarah had taken many photos of various home and machine shop scenes and I was going through them to see which ones were suitable when I came across this:
See the leopard print item in the left hand top corner? It's my brolly. A girls' gotta add a touch of feminista to an all-male arena, yes?
Here's another cracker:
See the clear plastic container on top of the plasma cutter? That was the puppies' take-away milk container. Goodness knows why it was left there. Do you know?
And what do we have here?
Old methods and new ones. The anvil blast from the past...
And lest you think you can escape, think again...
4 comments:
I love pix from your shop, ESPECIALLY with touches of real life included.
What's a brolly Helen?
All of America wants to know.
(Or maybe some of America knows already and I'm a dumba**. Probably that.)
A 'brolly' is short for an umbrella. I've called it brolly all my life. That's 'cos my mam taught me to.
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