PostMan thinks I am a terrorist

I have a mate, Dean 'O. Lives down the road. He has a table in his kitchen too. Hard up against the window, for all to see. And he's a bit of a weirdo. You'd get on with him, OP. Very good at making things.

He made a Tesla Coil on that table. I was afraid he might send the bog into another dimension or something.

He talks about diodes, amps and capacitors like that's every day talk to ordinary people

When the Gards came to arrest him, for making guns in his shed, they saw the foil covered bottles, linked by wires and ~ quite understandably ~ got the fukc out of Dodge and called the Bomb Disposal boys in.

That's when I happened by in a taxi, coincidentally driven by a TA member. I was stunned to see the road full of Gards motors. But, when the driver said one guy was the Bomb Disposal, and I actually glimpsed the little thing on cat tracks, I just about lost the fukcing plot altogether! This was my mate, remember!

He had had a fertilizer sack in his kitchen, not long back. But, I guessed that was coincidental and was probably used to deliver some turf.

Anyway, grand post, OP. Just watch things don't get a little sobering .....