Wrong Direction

When I was fifteen and applying for a job as a toolmaker I never really knew what they did I had this vague idea that they made spades, forks, and other things that were classed as tools.

My dad who had worked in a factory intermittently until he was forty eight and then declined rapidly with lung problems but he convinced me that a toolmaker was the most important person in a factory and that I would never be out of work and he was correct.

My dad was so pleased when I got that first job and I stayed in that type of work all my life never making much money but once you get married and end up with a mortgage its then difficult to change directions although I always knew that I should.

So now having worked until the the coronavirus became prevalent on the 23/3/2023 when I went into self isolation I am looking to do something different. It is a strange thing to do at seventy eight but I only live life a day at a time and I have lived and thought that way for many years.

Can’t do to much at the moment as I am waiting for vaccine so that I can go out and get materials.