The Death of the Hobby Grinding Machine
I was quite pleased with myself, so after lunch - rice with tuna, tomato, cucumber, and parsley - I took a 45-minute nap. While slumbering, it dawned on me to finish parts of the wooden handholds of the railing, so I was eager to use the grinding machine. When I woke up, I felt like another man, knackered but full of energy, so I grabbed a coffee and took Abby for her afternoon walk.
At 2:30 p.m., I started to work on the handholds. When I switched on the machine, it seemed swift and professional. I was filled with exceptional enthusiasm and high hopes. After the first few minutes, I thought I could complete the job - three long slats, each of them 3 metres long, 15 centimetres wide, and 4 centimetres thick - by 3:30 p.m. However, I was in for a surprise!
I had to replace the grinding belts after fifteen minutes, and my eagerness evaporated in a split second. What started as inspiring work soon became tedious hard labour. I couldn't finish the job because the machine got overheated and tore the grinding belts. Furthermore, it started to grind itself because it was impossible to adjust the grinding belts properly. I'll never buy a machine for hobby purposes ever.
I was both fuming and sweating after cleaning the back garden and putting away the machine and the slats. I had to shower and prepare my early dinner because I got extremely peckish despite being unsuccessful. Although the apricot jam pancakes could alleviate my frustration, I remained unsatisfied. I must buy a new machine designed for heavier duty. It will be expensive, but it's still cheaper than hiring someone.
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