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Though you wouldn’t know just by looking at him, local businessman Stewart Nelson comes from a long line of steelworkers.
Or that’s what he’d like to believe anyway.
Despite being your typical nine to five office worker who’s never lifted anything heavier than a pencil, Stewart believes deep down that he’d be quite good on the tools.
This unwavering belief is somewhat contradictory given he regularly looks his nose down at tradesmen, but Stewart suspects he’d be more than capable of performing back-breaking physical labour if he had to.
Because even though he believes his role as a business development manager makes him better than your average bricklayer, he still can’t shake that deeply rooted belief that physical labour is the pinnacle of masculinity.
To combat these intrusive thoughts, Stewart regularly reassures himself he could easily renovate his bathroom if he had more time.
Or win in a fistfight, if he were to get randomly jumped in the valley one night.
His latest attempt at trying to get more in touch with his steelworker roots is investing some money in a cast-iron skillet, which he has to actively remind his wife to stop putting in the dishwasher.
This labour of love, which includes weekly oil rubdowns and gentle blotting with paper towels, has become somewhat of a relaxing routine for Stewart.
But despite this commitment to cast iron care, Stewart finds himself regularly committing the cardinal sin of running cold water into a hot pan, if only to hear the satisfying TSSSSSS.
More to come.
