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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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Lots of memories
are being brought up by other stories today.....

Many of my QOTW posts always seem to involve the lady I unfortunately found myself married to a few years ago. At least one thing came out of that bit of my life, I have an abundance of QOTW answers.

She was a lovely lass. Well..... not lovely.......one of her more endearing qualities was her pig headed stubbornness. She was very pretty but, in hindsight, an utter bitch. She was not, bless her, the brightest spark, but point blankly refused to accept any advice from anyone...... nay, further than that, offering advice would often be received with a hail of abuse in the "What am I, stupid?" line. (Replying "yes, you are" often got me in trouble tee-hee)

My dad, on the other hand, believes that no-one else in the world has any brains whatsoever, and everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. To this day, every time he leaves the house, everything must be unpugged and I have to be reminded *every* *single* *time* to do the same or the house will burn down. Needless to say, he can come across as quite patronising at times.

You can see, then, how things could go wrong when these 2 characters collided. My dad's a gentle soul, and takes things to heart easily, but he never learned to just let the pig-headed twat make her own errors.

Fortunately, as it turned out.

On leaving the house one day, I heard her shouting and bawling in the kitchen. She had the lawnmower out of the shed, and my dad, having been passing by walking the dog, had seen her and immediately went home and returned with a circuit breaker. This was WRONG!

How stupid did he think she was? She was a trained nurse, a GRADUATE with letters after her name! Cutting the grass was not above her vast intellect. My dad looked very hurt, but insisted on putting the circuit breaker in the socket, much to her very vocal disgust.

Course, I returned home later to find our neighbour, an uncle of my mum's, splicing the cable back together where the stupid tart had mown through it.

I might not have much left in the way of fond feelings towards her, but I wouldn't go as far as to wish her electrified. Not to death, anyway......
(, Mon 7 Apr 2008, 19:15, Reply)

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