Tom felt a whole lot better with some food inside him and he was able to carry on with his work.
George Taylor was sanding down a chair that he’d made and rubbed it down with some wire wool ready to be varnished. Varnishing all the dowels was a real laborious job and to do six of them would take him most of the day.
He found that doing each chair in stages rather that trying to complete each chair in one go prevented runs. The eight foot long oak table was finished and it stood out amongst the unfinished chairs. The red oak looked splendid as he gazed down upon the first completed chair. George took real pride in his work and was almost sad when the furniture that he had hand crafted left the shop.
He was working on an old rocking chair in his lunch break for an old lady who lived over the road. Mrs White was seventy two years old George had known her since he was a boy when he ran errands for her. She had endured two world wars and lost a husband and two sons during the conflict. George made sure that she had all her provisions and was warm. Tom did her paths when there was snow and ice on the ground.
She was sitting in an old wooden chair and one of the legs was broken; she had tried to repair it but it needed someone like George to do it. She would get a lovely surprise tonight when he took it to her. He had bought her a cushion that was tied on so she could sit in comfort.’
His boss allowed him to use the varnishes and sand paper because it was in a good cause.
The chair was now dry and he inspected his work before tying the cushion on and trying it.
It was perfect, this would last her the rest of her days he thought to himself.’
He placed it in the corner of the work shed then set to work on another chair.
It was twenty minutes to twelve when Colin Moses showed up riding a bicycle with a pannier on the back. A ladder was strapped to the side and in the pannier was all of the paints that he would need to paint the houses. Agnes’ door was open and Colin shouted down the passage.
Come through Colin; I’m in the scullery.
Walking through to the scullery Colin was carrying two gallon tins of paint.
“I brought you the paint you asked me for Mrs Taylor.’
“Call me Agnes, Colin you’ve known me long enough.’
“My Agnes something always smells good in your house.’
I’m making some broth for tomorrow; as you might know it always tastes better the next day.
Have you had your dinner yet?
“Well er, no not really.’
Sit down and I will make you something and a nice pot of tea.’
My son brought in some meat and potato pies last night; would you like some with some home made chips fried in beef dripping and some mushy peas.’
“That sounds real good to me.’
Agnes filled the kettle and placed it on the stove then put in the oven a large meat pie.’
She peeled some Maris bard potatoes; the best for chips that she knew.
Then set the Chip Pan down to heat up.