I recently got myself a saw. A very fine saw indeed.
The very moment I picked it up I felt it twitch as if it wanted to chew right
into the wooden counter in front of me. I withstood the urge, paid and left.
But I knew it needed to draw sawdust, as eventually it would, one way or
another. So I set about finding a productive direction to channel all that
energy into. Thus was my second loft bed born:
A bit crooked, I have to admit in retrospect, but I didn't use a single screw
in the frame (wall-mounting bolts don't count). Carpentry is fun!
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