The philosopher Goethe said when you set out on a proj, that the universe conspires to make it happen... or at least it did before he got run over.
But there I was back in the workshop, planning to fit the seats to my creation mwah ha, mwah ha, mwah ha ha ha ha ha... when I get a call from the Universe.
Because I was just wondering how far up two-foot high pontoons each seat would need to be fixed, such that my elbows perched nicely upon them?
The conversation went like this:
Colin Hello, is it me you're looking for?
Universe Are you able to speak, because I have to do the health and safety?
Colin Yes, I am.
Universe See that garden chair over there you sit on drinking beer?
Colin Hold on, I'll get my glasses.
Universe No, it's too early to drink, but if you measure it I made it 24" for you.
Colin Oh thanks. What can I do for you?
Universe Tell Elon Musk he's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy.
