Recently I've decided that my eating habits are less than healthy due to the sporadic nature of working as a self employed locksmith. You can set out with the best of intentions to eat a nutritious breakfast, but before you know it the phone starts to ring, and we're off! I suddenly realise that it''s already gone 2pm & i'm famished!
When you're out & about with a grumbling tummy it's just WAY too easy to pop into the gas station to fill up on fuel, and before you know it you're snacking on all manner of delicious but nutritionally junkified food
So. I'm going to fix it. Right here & now I pledge to plough more effort into the planning of meals. Keep your fingers (and probably your toes too) crossed for me as I'm going to need a massive dose of willpower :P
Well, I hope everyone is ready for the stormy season? I've personally spent a few hours 'storm proofing' our back garden. The unnecessary ornamental stuff that we manage collect throughout the summer (seriously, where does this stuff all come from?) is packed away, the grass has had it's final (hopefully) cut of the year and wheelie-bins are lined up against the house so they don't go flying across the yard!
Where we'd normally leave the cat with access to the garage, we've closed that off. As the weather cools, other furry creatures might see the garage as an ideal place to build a nest out of the elements.!
What I would expect as the wind builds is that there'll be lots more ppl locked out as the door randomly slams behind them. It's definitely worth making sure there's a spare key with a nearby loved one/neighbour, but I'd advise that throughout the year.
So, many ppl have asked me how I became a locksmith. It is simple really, ever since I can remember my brain has thrived on puzzles of a mechanical nature. So not Sudoku, but things like locks and any other type of mechanism that can become broken has intrigued me.
My first ever 'lock' that grabbed my attention was the old style corned beef tin. You know, the one that you peel open using a key? I reckon I was around 7yrs old when I remember my Mum losing the plot because I was essentially playing around with a sharp, ripped metal, rusty old corned beef tin I'd rescued from the trash to 'examine'!
Then as life plodded on, I tried my hand at many things and had many jobs before I actually committed and did my locksmith training. It's something I'm thankful of on a daily basis, as not many folk can actually say that their profession is their passion and hobby too.