Friend's loft
When converting a friend's loft (or attic if that so takes your fancy), plasterboard needed to be cut to size to fill in all the gaps. A lot of plasterboard, since the room had a hexagonal end profile which messed with my head.

So after cutting quite a few pieces of plasterboard, and some of them even fitting perfectly first time, I may have been getting a bit cocky. It was at this point that I noticed a sharp pain just as I finished cutting yet another piece.

Upon looking, I discovered a large rip in my trousers, but no blood or cuts on my leg.

"That's strange," thinks I, "I wonder why it was sore?"

It was about half a second later that I discovered the inch long cut in my finger, which had been previously unnoticed due to the large amounts of plaster dust that had filled it.

Part of me thought I should have get it checked out, due to all the plaster in my blood. The other, lazier, part of me, did not agree.

The lazy part won, and I'm not dead yet.


Also, we managed to build a squint door frame, and then couldn't find any door that would fit in it :(

It has beads hanging in it now.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 18:55, 2 replies)

I know
I smashed my finger with a hammer so that the entire top cm was 2mm thick. I just poked it till the veins popped back open and it went normal shaped again.
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 23:45, closed)

Hammers
Hammers are awful things. I hit myself in the shin with one while removing a fence post and the whole shin turned purple. It was a bit sore, but didn't go to 2mm thick.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 8:48, closed)