ooooooo Fuck!

It's funny how when you go out to learn a new occupation you suddenly find yourself learning other occupations at the same time.

Today I'm learning sewing machine repair for numpties :/

And my dogs are learning a vast and colourful array of swear words.

That's part of my needle bar, also known as the UppyDowny (see post #2).

It's supposed to be attached to my machine, but it spat out the words tiniest grub screw and it's now in the lunchbox of shame where I keep other mystery machine parts.

Dammit.

I guess occupational fulfillment must be tightly linked to occupational adaptability.

That's what I'm telling myself anyway.