My eyes wandered the helter-skelter fairground slide that was the screw all the way to its entering tip.
"If you screw that in good and tight it'll stay there forever. Do it right. Do it once. That's the good carpenter's way. Job's a good'un."
"Christ almighty!" said Jerome, "those screws with their sharp ends, put them away before my soles resembles a drunkly assembled flat pack!"
In the grain of the wood were screws from some previous use, as it the way with reclaimed pieces. The cross hatching was there upon their heads and so their removal was a simple, rhythmic and pleasant way to pass the time.
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