Can’t see the wood for the trees.
Posted by Paul Woodhouse at January 20th, 2005
Moving seamlessly from The Price is Right to the wife is priceless alright.
When I say priceless, I don’t mean priceless in the same way that for everything else there’s Mastercard either. I’m using the term as we’d be more inclined to round East Lancashire – literally not worth a bean.
You’d have thought of all the people round Elyria who knew I was looking for welders and fabricators to cobble together some stainless steel planters, it’d be Stephanie.
After doing Monday’s podcast interview round at her cousin’s house, it came to light that Josh is a welder by trade and consequently knows most of the sheet metal job shops round Elyria.
I wouldn’t mind apart from the fact that she talks to him maybe every other day and lives just round the corner from him.
Now that I’ve named and shamed her, at least I might just have a welder in tow and somebody who has a clue as to where I can find a decent fabricator and some raw materials.
Honestly, it’s like pulling teeth.
