22-11-2021, 05:43 PM
Ah, the Warwickshire haggis. A little known beast, sometimes to be seen scurrying along the towpath of the Grand Union Canal. Much smaller than the proper Scottish haggis, whose savage teeth allow it to fell trees on the banks of the Forth & Clyde, and chew through the balance beams of lock gates. Anyone reading this, has like myself, decided that enough chilly workshop time is enough for one day. Have yet to see results for Saturday, to find out whether David has earned praise or needs consolation.