Now it may be that the person who cut the pane of glass got it wrong, or, it may be that the person who measured the frame that the glass was to go into got it wrong. Either way, it was wrong.
When I got back from my walk yesterday the pane of glass which George had taken great trouble to have transported from Ag Nik, was propped up inside the bar. "Problem" said the George. Oh no, what now thought I. The glass was too big. So whose fault is that? And what are you going to do about it George? Guessing from the broken corner I gathered that George had tried to cut the glass himself. Oh dear - time to reach for the happy pills! I'll let you know what happens but nothing has happened so far today as this morning Georgie Baby was overseeing the chopping down of the big eucalyptus tree by the rubbish bins.
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