Dropped the boys off for cricket this morning, went to the DIY shop for a few odds and ends needed to fix and paint the bay window and by the time I was home so were the boys. Rain stopped play even starting. So, youngest son now slobbing in front of the TV, eldest revising for GCSEs, wife doing some college work and I'me faced with a 40-pane bay window which is many years overdue some love and attention. If it stops raining I'll give the car a post-Bristol scrub.
I'm quite overwhelmed with it all to be honest, P. All that chipping away of old paint, the sanding, the filling. What more could a chap want out of his weekend, I ask you.
Still, I'd rather be doing this than revising for GCSEs or writing a pschology paper. Mustn't gwumble!
Agreed, it can be quite rewarding. A feeling of accomplishment and achievement which can be rare in day-to-day work. Until it all goes pear-shaped, that is. Fortunately I have a rich assortment of good Anglo Saxon words to help me through times of DIY-crisis. Like ****, ****, ********, shite and ************* stupid piece of DIY ****.
I prefer to look upon it as an essential component of my DIY toolbox, P. As valuable as a screwdriver, a hammer or a tube of Gripfill. But far more satisfying.
There are some things I do for the pleasure of achievement, but life's too short and my time is to precious to spend much of it doing something that I'm not enjoying, nor going to get a sense of achievement out of. Ergo I'll pay someone.
What a sheltered life you must have led! Have you not heard of:
Strimmers
Hedge trimmers
Weed whackers
Chainsaws (a personal favourite)
Flame throwers
Mini diggers
Kangos
No, really, they can't. Efficiency doesn't come into it. Imagine you're waving a chainsaw around like you're in Doom (better still nip out and buy one, give it a try). Now repeat with any hammer you like. See?