A toolbox full of memories

I always feel nostalgic when I move my toolbox, at over 200 kilograms I mostly have to empty all the tools out before I can lift it, you end up smelling like one of the hundreds of jobs you’ve done in workshops and sheds and on the side of the road in the pouring rain and freezing cold.

The bent and welded spanners remind you of the jobs that tested you and the lengths you went to to get things running smoothly again – I still have tools I bought with Dad in the ’70’s with money I got for birthdays and Christmas, I still have tools to fix long forgotten vehicles and repair things that mostly get thrown away these days – my toolbox has served me well for 40+ years and I’m not ready to retire it just yet.