It's mid-October time of writing, Geoff and I are a man down in
the workshop since the school term started - number one son Sam worked most of
the holidays in the workshop, saving hard for a new guitar.
He toiled away on
pretty much everything we threw at him for six weeks, cleaning engines down,
steaming them, sweeping the floor, tidying up tools, dashing out for a pint of
milk on his bicycle... I didn't realise quite how much he was doing until school
started and he was gone! I've had earnest words with his mother to the effect
that, at thirteen, he's probably learned most of the important stuff at school
and should really be out working at a proper job.
It appears to have fallen on deaf ears, she's put her foot down
that he has to stay at school.