I bought a table saw from a bloke on eBay and went to pick it up the other night. Ray and the missus were moving out of the home they lived in for 49 years and going into an ‘assisted living’ place - vs ‘assisted dying’, I guess. He had an oversized double garage and was getting rid of his tools and bits and pieces. Boy, he had a lot of stuff, including an unfinished project – an old Buick. One of those big things with a bonnet about 10 feet long. I felt sorry for him. The outside bodywork was mostly done, but nothing was done on the interior, the brakes and suspension were buggered, and the engine didn’t run. I bet he has spent 15 years or so on it so far. We both stood there and looked at it probably thinking similar things. My sheds are at risk of getting out of hand. Some of the recent additions were given to me by my favourite uncle - various tools and materials that were his and my grandfather's. I now have nine timber planes of various sizes. I told my girls when I got home from Ray's that if in the next ten years they get wind of me thinking about buying a big old car to do up, they need to slap me. The thought of one day having to downsize fills me with dread - especially given my teenage girls, despite my repeated suggestions, have shown no inclination to take up a trade.