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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What is it with DIy and fingers?
I'm first to confess that when it comes to DIY and garden work my beloved wife is far far superior to me.
So, last year, when we bought a shed, it was me who did things like making tea and tidying up whilst she got on with the drilling, hammering, etc.
The shed was erected.
She decides that because we're going to store our boot sale items in there it would be a good idea to then put an inner lining in.
We started in the back right hand corner. She drilled about five holes from top to bottom on the outside, then got me to hold a piece of 2x4 on the inside for her to drill into through the previous holes.
'I'm going for the top one' she says. So I hold the wood about a third of the way down.
A drill bit appears, lovely clean hole.
'Now the next'.
I know this is about 18 inches down (six foot high shed so: 0, 18, 36, 54, 72. Logical, yes?
I put my left hand on the wood where she's just drilled, and my right hand at about the half way mark.
'Okay'
The drill starts.
Suddenly, instead of this lovely hole appearing between my hands, I have a drill bit screwing into the front of my first knuckle of the middle finger of my right hand.
As you can imagine, this was not what I wanted, and I proceeded to request an explanation as to the reason she'd done the third hole instead of the second.
Imagine the scene thirty seconds later: I'm stood there with blood pouring into a handkerchief, and I'm apologising for yelling and upsetting her.
Must have worked though, we got married a couple of months later.
My finger: little scar, and still got full time pins and needles in it.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 10:54, 7 replies)
I'm first to confess that when it comes to DIY and garden work my beloved wife is far far superior to me.
So, last year, when we bought a shed, it was me who did things like making tea and tidying up whilst she got on with the drilling, hammering, etc.
The shed was erected.
She decides that because we're going to store our boot sale items in there it would be a good idea to then put an inner lining in.
We started in the back right hand corner. She drilled about five holes from top to bottom on the outside, then got me to hold a piece of 2x4 on the inside for her to drill into through the previous holes.
'I'm going for the top one' she says. So I hold the wood about a third of the way down.
A drill bit appears, lovely clean hole.
'Now the next'.
I know this is about 18 inches down (six foot high shed so: 0, 18, 36, 54, 72. Logical, yes?
I put my left hand on the wood where she's just drilled, and my right hand at about the half way mark.
'Okay'
The drill starts.
Suddenly, instead of this lovely hole appearing between my hands, I have a drill bit screwing into the front of my first knuckle of the middle finger of my right hand.
As you can imagine, this was not what I wanted, and I proceeded to request an explanation as to the reason she'd done the third hole instead of the second.
Imagine the scene thirty seconds later: I'm stood there with blood pouring into a handkerchief, and I'm apologising for yelling and upsetting her.
Must have worked though, we got married a couple of months later.
My finger: little scar, and still got full time pins and needles in it.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 10:54, 7 replies)
I like that you
politely requested an explanation, and then apologised for upsetting her!
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 11:08, closed)
politely requested an explanation, and then apologised for upsetting her!
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 11:08, closed)
Oh dear, its time for me to go back to my kitchen...
This is a sweet story and I have immense respect for your etiquette - best of all, you married the lady.
However, I am clicking because sweet story also contains:
DIY / fingers
hammering
erected
lovely hole
screwing
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 11:42, closed)
This is a sweet story and I have immense respect for your etiquette - best of all, you married the lady.
However, I am clicking because sweet story also contains:
DIY / fingers
hammering
erected
lovely hole
screwing
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 11:42, closed)
^^
And I thought I had a smutty mind, I didn't spot half of those.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 11:43, closed)
And I thought I had a smutty mind, I didn't spot half of those.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 11:43, closed)
^^ I wouldn't worry...
Tourette's can see smut in the average edition of Songs of Praise - once they start banging on about the second coming, she's a helpless mass of jelly on the living room floor...*
*May not be strictly true as we don't watch Songs of Praise, but you get the gist...
( , Mon 7 Apr 2008, 11:03, closed)
Tourette's can see smut in the average edition of Songs of Praise - once they start banging on about the second coming, she's a helpless mass of jelly on the living room floor...*
*May not be strictly true as we don't watch Songs of Praise, but you get the gist...
( , Mon 7 Apr 2008, 11:03, closed)
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