Ah Paul, the joys of being an apprentice. I missed the joys of having a hat full of nails and a bucket of steam and tartan paint.
There were, I gather, certain initiation rights as well. I grew spinach from a packet which cost pennies and sold the produce to buy an education- whatever that is. So I muddled on, made models, played with a friend's little watchmaker's lathe and knew who Mr Sparey was. Family was engineers/blacksmiths/ farriers and I never knew that I was learning. I picked up tools and that was that. My son learned the same way. He might have a couple of Mercedes and a Lotus but he can mend most things. My daughter is like her Mum, a dental consultant and plays the clarinet, saxophone and piano but not always at the same time!
Somewhere in the scheme of things, a nice old boy taught me religion and the necessity to have and know two jobs. So tonight I have audited the accounts and last night was playing with a bit of metal. I suppose that I could not have had a better teacher.
Regards
Norman