i am furnishing myself a toolbox.  It is clean now and drying in the sun, then I have a couple of choice items to start it off.  Like my hammer.  Well, it is mine now.  My actual one is around somewhere.  The last few days I have drilled, hammered and screwed.  Well, you know what I mean.  As I use an tool or whatever, I will put it into my box.  Eventually I won't need pitons and carabiners to find stuff in the garage when I need it.  Until then..


Just laughed out loud at Clark Kent, busy on the phone when a miscreant runs by.  He casually takes a can from a bin, throws it, hits the runner on the head and fells him.  Love it.  Love Clark Kent. Love Superman.


Fact
My Dad used to say I was daft to buy so many superhero (DC) comics whenever we went to the seaside, but he used to nick them and try and read them first.  When we were at our caravan, he called the dog Krypto, and my brother-in-law was Aqualad.  Well, no running water in those days in caravans, so it had to be fetched from the tap across the way.  My brother-in-law's job.  Why oh why did I not keep those comics?