Over the past couple of weeks (appropriately with Valentines Day in the middle) I have discovered a new all encompassing true love - WELDING. How could I have lived for the past 40ish years without this in my life?!
There is something all consuming about working with scary machinery - it concentrates the mind and I have twice now realised that five solid hours have passed in a whoosh of smoke in the throes of plasma cutting and sticking bits of metal together.
The only problem now is - how to get it home on the Park and Ride bus?