Yes, it happens. You have a bad day, the wind mysteriously dislodges the plumb bob, sawdust in your eye blurs your vision, the planets aren’t aligned and your meticulously scribed and cut joint looks like a dog’s breakfast.
First you throw your chisels out of the pram, then you accept your fallibility and reach for a sharp hand saw to start “saw carving”.
This is the process by which you tidy up the botched joint by running the saw carefully between the offending shoulders until they match up neatly – calm is restored.
