I once made bird boxes and sold them to a shop on Columbia Road by the flower market to make some extra money while I worked at the Bricklayer's Arms pub. My father had made one and I copied it. These bird boxes were pretty with little features made out of tin cans, chairs outside the house, buckets, rakes propped against the wall, things like that.
They looked ok for bird boxes but making, and painting them with a hangover is a chore when your heart isn't in it. I always had a hangover in those days. After only manufacturing a couple of dozen I gave up.
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