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Thursday, 14 January 2016

Rubbish Ways to Spend a Weekend

Weekend, DIYWe did well to get to the 9th January without Mr A making a start on his first DIY project of the year. As he'd gone and bought himself a new drill I'd known that he was looking for an excuse to use it.

After 23 years of marriage I can mostly guess what my husband is thinking. Until that is, it comes to picking off one of the many tasks that require attention at home. These get deleted from the list of 'rubbish ways to spend a weekend' in the strangest of orders. I'm not convinced that Mr A could explain the selection process.

We have lived in our current home for 18 years and 5 months exactly. In all that time we'd thought that the door into the lounge was fitted by a mad man. It opens into the room creating congestion whenever two or more people are coming in or going out. I'd often use this as an excuse for an impromptu hug with my daughters and that made me very happy indeed. Unfortunately, hugging all of your guests isn't such a great idea and at times this has been downright awkward.

I'd spied Mr A eyeing up the door and wielding his tape measure several days ago. 'I'm just popping out to get a few things,' he muttered. Vanishing before I could open my mouth to protest and ask what he was plotting. He returned several hours later with a pile of items that had cost a crazy sum and proceeded to deposit the lot all over the floor.
'Care to share what you're up to now?' I asked. 'No, not really,' he said. And with that, he started to unscrew the door from its hinges and refit it to open towards the window. This all took rather a long time. He chiselled, hammered, sanded, sawed, drilled, plastered, sanded some more, and used several words that aren't suitable for publication.

More plaster fell off the walls than expected as he made channels for a new dimmer switch cable. He turned the power on and off again several times, while I worked to a deadline in fading light, on a laptop with no charge and craved several cups of tea.

Sadly, I didn't get to close the doors before the all-pervading scent of wood filler diffused all over the house, carrying with it a layer of fine wood and plaster dust.
The cat sulked on the floor in the dining room as she had nowhere else to go. She remained inconsolable for the rest of the weekend. No amount of tuna could lift her spirits. In fact, we were both pretty grumpy... I blame my hormones. As for the cat, well, she's a cat... it's not as if she needs an excuse.

Cat, sulking, DIY
Nobody puts Kitty in the corner

The next few days were punctuated by coughing fits, sneezing and finding dust in places I don't usually think to look.

As of today, the door has reached Mr A's dizzy heights of DIY perfection, and now opens exactly the way he wants it to.

It's a shame about the wall though.

I'm predicting another fun-filled weekend as he fixes the plaster and repaints the walls.

Who knows what he has planned after that?

Maybe I'll keep a low profile.

Would anyone care to join me down the pub?

Copyright ©2016 Izzie Anderton


  1. hehehe...I feel the same way when my fella does DIY.

  2. Lol my husband is a carpenter by trade so I find him doing all sorts a round the home #PoCoLo

  3. Send him to my house pleeease! My other half wouldn't know a drill if it was sitting on his desk. I do all the diy in our house and I hate it. I have to pay a man to come and fix my kitchen cupboards. My house is full of undone things needing repair. He can come here, and we'll go down the pub :)

  4. Tee hee. Usually in our house I get impatient, snatch the tools, and then bodge it...

  5. Oh dear! My husband does this. He suddenly urgently decides to do a job without consulting me on whether the job actually needs doing, whether there are other more urgent jobs or whether we are generally too busy for him to start sanding the back door/ painting the ceiling/ filling holes I didn't even know were there.

  6. To the pub! :). Good luck surviving the DIY

  7. I think I need to consider myself lucky that Ross is completely rubbish at DIY and doesn't go anywhere near it! It is me that fixes things in our house. I hope there is not too much mess this weekend! #PoCoLo x

  8. I love how cats react when you shake things up. It's a combination of upset and deeply offended! #PoCoLo

  9. I was attracted to your picture of the man in the frame as it's very similar to the one I used this week! God, yes don't they drive you nuts. It's like watching paint dry. Words of 'it will only take 10 minutes' turns into 2 days with no end in sight and a tool and mess in every room. The most bizarre justifications then follow as to why there are issues with the work or complete denial that they have fixed precisely nothing!! See you in the pub. #PoCoLo

  10. oh dear hun... We have loads of jobs around the house that need doing and we constantly put them off. The Hubby would never dream of tackling any of these jobs alone though, he always has me by his side to blame if anything goes wrong! ;)

    Thanks for linking to #PoCoLo x

  11. Heh, and this is why I leave DIY to the experts ...

  12. Ah the smell of wood filler, I've experienced that recently too with an apologetic " I didn't think it would smell that much" which roughly translated means "I didn't think you'd smell it" (I have a notoriously bad sense of smell) and so he thought he'd get away from it. I'm still not sure what he was filling if I'm honest. I think I'll join you in the pub if that's ok?! Thanks for linking up to #PoCoLo x

  13. Though I totally get the annoyance at a door hung the wrong way round, it would have been nice to have fair warning of the extras he was undertaking! My home was previously owned by an enthusiastic DIYer...5 years later I'm still paying handymen to put things right!


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