Playhouse

My boy needs a cubby. I think.
Thought about building one from scratch, but I have so many projects in mind.
Well I happened to run into a bloke who makes kit cubby houses, so I bought one. Spent Saturday digging up the ground for where it is going to go. Being a kit, I wont take too much credit for the finished product, but I will post a photo. You never know someone might be interested and it gives me another excuse to show off how awesome my son is. Dont tell my wife, but fathers are supposed to be biased towards their kids, it is written in our DNA.
Got a fair bit done on the mystery project, the second end of dovetails came out okay. Funnily, not as good as the first. I am going to try and get the whole thing done by next weekend so I can take it too my woodworking class. I am sure Roy (my teacher) will show me the errors of my tails.

The Cubby has progressed significantly over the weekend. The reason why the Australians never gave up the Monarchy is we get to celebrate her birthday with a day off. Not like we need a reason to have another public holiday, but it is nice. So anyway, not only did I get to spend Saturday with my son cruising the shop (mum wanted to sleep), but I went to WW classes on Sunday, and finished off with another day off on Monday to work on the cubby. Woo Hoo. Funny thing is it is not actually her birthday, I think it is April and it clashes with Easter, so we celebrate it in June. Whatever.

Unfortunately, I was trying to progress the cubby a bit too quickly and it got a partial coat of Claret.

You would not think soo much blood could come out of your thumb.
Classic mistake. Bit of wood needs removing to fit it in, chisel handy, grab the piece, grab the chisel, push chisel, wood comes away, chisel into the thumb. Oh well. Not bad enough for stitches.

-- Life is about solving problems and trying not to be the cause of those problems in the first place