Recently my Mum and I took a tour round Sighthill Industrial Estate.
Ok, we didn’t plan on taking a tour… but it kindof worked out like that.
First we just picked a road at random. That didn’t work out, exactly… You see, we found ourselves wonderfully in the right place, just frustratingly about 10m to the left of where we wanted to be, with no visible access possibilities.
Map-reading was the next line of attack. It was wonderfully reassuring to find the name of the road labelled on the map. It was not so reassuring to find the name of the road on more than one road, perpendicular to one another.
Ok, so we did manage to find ToppsTiles after all, after a fair bit of random guesswork and a few elimination rounds… and all we came for was one tiny stick of metal with an arrow-head on the end. My dear Mum looked at me with a blank look on her face? “Can we not just get a normal size?” I looked at the floor, and knowledgeably tried to say “Yeah, 6mm sounds about right.” all the while thinking “If we make it out of this jungle alive, I won’t be coming back!”
I would have been outta there as fast as the wheels could carry us, but then my Mum had to go and spot Screwfix. “Oh, we must go in there.” “Uh, yeah whatever, we must really.”
I think I looked like a bit of an idiot next to all these builder-types who knew their way around the catalogue. It all looked a bit samey-samey to me. Well, a screw is a screw is a screw, isn’t it!?
Eventually I had to succumb to swallowing my pride and walked over to the young chap. The conveniently prop-ful rusty screw out my floor came along as company.
“Um, I want one like this, pretty please…”
Not exactly the highest point of my career, I must admit!