Friday, December 10, 2010
You know the moment - working on a fragile model when it slips from your hands. Maybe for a heart stopping moment it lands in your lap but just as the relief starts to wash over you, it continues it's plummet to the floor.
For a few moments you can't look. The minds eye conjures up the picture that awaits you on the floor. A pile of mangled parts with many of the smaller ones flung to the far and dark corners of the room never to be found again.
Guess how I know this.