Woodwork is not one of my strong points.

In fact, I consider anything involving it a success if I have finished it with a full compliment of fingers.

So this weekend I decided to build a new potting bench for the greenhouse. The combination of saws, powertools, long bits of wood and a building made entirely of glass had disastrous mishap written all over it. But, it’s built. What’s more, it doesn’t wobble and is level (ish).

I am amazed and a little bit smug.

All that’s left is to put a shelf underneath between the legs.

However, this might prove problematic as Little Boots has already taken to sitting underneath, on one of the crosspieces, and telling me what a brilliant camp I’ve made, and can I put a door on it.

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