My grandad was a carpenter. Of the old school. He loved to tell about his time as a apprentice with a master carpenter. It was hard work, long hours and they were treated with little respect.
They were 5 apprentices, and they all received board and lodging in the master carpenter's house. They had the meals together with the master's family, but the apprentices never got the prime cuts or the juiciest pieces. The master's wife was parsimonious.
At breakfast one morning one of the apprentices suddenly cried out: "it's a miracle, I have got my eyesight back!".
"Your eyesight back? What do you mean?", the master asked.
"Well, yesterday I couldn't see the butter on my bread, but today I can see the church tower through my slice of cheese" he said, holding his slice of cheese in front of one of his eyes.
