DIY disasters
I just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
I just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
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I love doing DIY,
but there is so much that prevents me from doing it these days.
When I pop down to B&Q, Mrs T is under the impression that the pack of timber I have just bought can be fitted immediately. She doesn't understand why I have to saw, drill, plane, sand the piece of wood.
Whenever, I'm cutting something, she comes and looks at what i'm doing and shakes her head and walks off mumbling that the bits I'm sawing off is throwing money away.
I firmly believe that she thinks a piece of timber bought from B&Q is the same as a self assembly wardrobe pack bought from MFI.
I also have the added difficulty in that I start in the office early, and dont get home until around 8pm. and having a baby in the house, I'm not allowed to do anything that would make noise, so this restricts me to working only at weekends, except, I have to take her to Sainsbury's first thing on Saturday morning, and after that I have to take my little one to the play centre. After which, the little one has the midday sleep, and I cant make any noise. So then I can start work at around 2:30pm when she wakes, finally. And I can work for approx 4 hours until she goes to sleep again. On Sunday I end up taking Mrs T to church, and the rest of the day is a repeat of Saturday. So in the weekend I dont get much done at all. then she complains I do fuck all.
Apologies for length, its a bit of 4by2, and its 12ft long. I can just get it in my car.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 8:49, 4 replies)
but there is so much that prevents me from doing it these days.
When I pop down to B&Q, Mrs T is under the impression that the pack of timber I have just bought can be fitted immediately. She doesn't understand why I have to saw, drill, plane, sand the piece of wood.
Whenever, I'm cutting something, she comes and looks at what i'm doing and shakes her head and walks off mumbling that the bits I'm sawing off is throwing money away.
I firmly believe that she thinks a piece of timber bought from B&Q is the same as a self assembly wardrobe pack bought from MFI.
I also have the added difficulty in that I start in the office early, and dont get home until around 8pm. and having a baby in the house, I'm not allowed to do anything that would make noise, so this restricts me to working only at weekends, except, I have to take her to Sainsbury's first thing on Saturday morning, and after that I have to take my little one to the play centre. After which, the little one has the midday sleep, and I cant make any noise. So then I can start work at around 2:30pm when she wakes, finally. And I can work for approx 4 hours until she goes to sleep again. On Sunday I end up taking Mrs T to church, and the rest of the day is a repeat of Saturday. So in the weekend I dont get much done at all. then she complains I do fuck all.
Apologies for length, its a bit of 4by2, and its 12ft long. I can just get it in my car.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 8:49, 4 replies)
Empathy
I understand completely... my ex was the same. At work 8am-7pm, I'd get home and she'd want all the attention as I hadn't seen her all day, then she wanted trips out at weekends. Then there's occasional argument that I was a lazy cunt that didn't do anything!
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 13:33, closed)
I understand completely... my ex was the same. At work 8am-7pm, I'd get home and she'd want all the attention as I hadn't seen her all day, then she wanted trips out at weekends. Then there's occasional argument that I was a lazy cunt that didn't do anything!
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 13:33, closed)
^2
It's not just me then! My job list is ever growing and this is because I'm useless and lazy, not because I have about half a day every other weekend to do these jobs in. Ho hum...
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 17:11, closed)
It's not just me then! My job list is ever growing and this is because I'm useless and lazy, not because I have about half a day every other weekend to do these jobs in. Ho hum...
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 17:11, closed)
Might I suggest...
Taking said piece of timber, cocking it and boffing the missus around the head with it? Your plight is an understandable one and half the reason I've outright refused to do DIY.
To avoid an old cliche, women, eh?
-prepares for barrage of abuse from BGB, CHCB and the others-
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 2:24, closed)
Taking said piece of timber, cocking it and boffing the missus around the head with it? Your plight is an understandable one and half the reason I've outright refused to do DIY.
To avoid an old cliche, women, eh?
-prepares for barrage of abuse from BGB, CHCB and the others-
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 2:24, closed)
Christ...
I've seen slaves in S+M relationships who are whipped less than you are.
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 15:51, closed)
I've seen slaves in S+M relationships who are whipped less than you are.
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 15:51, closed)
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