Three little letters – D.I.Y.
Emphasis on the last letter. Why, oh why, oh why? Like house hunting, DIY is a weekend vortex.
Granted, there are upsides to it as I’ve discovered of late. To my surprise, The Lovely Samantha is much more smitten with “handy” men than those who simply provide for their family through a (equally important) desk job. It’s no coincidence that my recent awakening from DIY hibernation has been accompanied by equal measures of love and affection. My scraped, callous hands have come in for particular adoration and the bruised thumb I got on the weekend (the hammer mistook it for a nailhead) received some very heartfelt sympathy.
To be honest though, I actually enjoy it - DIY that is (although the amorous advances are also appreciated). The house is starting to look a treat and the patience is beginning to reap rewards. A new porch light, doorbell, nicely cemented footpath, garden edging, gas meter cover and all the rest have given the façade a new lease on life. I will share photos at some stage, although stupidly forgot to take a “before” shot.
On Friday night I didn’t have the energy to go out, so Sam and I just got a cheap bottle of plonk, some take away and a DVD. Saturday was no healthier – Bodhi and I had pizza while Sam went to the opera.
Sunday was glorious. We took Bodhi to a kids party at the Marrickville Croquet club and sat outside catching the rays, dreaming about the summer time fun in store. I had planned to do some triathlon training, but kept on putting it off. I finally admitting defeat when the neighbours came round for an evening BBQ. They don’t eat pork so I ate all the sausages myself. Couldn’t have planned it any better if I’d tried.
Happy birthday Simon,
Minas.
Emphasis on the last letter. Why, oh why, oh why? Like house hunting, DIY is a weekend vortex.
Granted, there are upsides to it as I’ve discovered of late. To my surprise, The Lovely Samantha is much more smitten with “handy” men than those who simply provide for their family through a (equally important) desk job. It’s no coincidence that my recent awakening from DIY hibernation has been accompanied by equal measures of love and affection. My scraped, callous hands have come in for particular adoration and the bruised thumb I got on the weekend (the hammer mistook it for a nailhead) received some very heartfelt sympathy.
To be honest though, I actually enjoy it - DIY that is (although the amorous advances are also appreciated). The house is starting to look a treat and the patience is beginning to reap rewards. A new porch light, doorbell, nicely cemented footpath, garden edging, gas meter cover and all the rest have given the façade a new lease on life. I will share photos at some stage, although stupidly forgot to take a “before” shot.
On Friday night I didn’t have the energy to go out, so Sam and I just got a cheap bottle of plonk, some take away and a DVD. Saturday was no healthier – Bodhi and I had pizza while Sam went to the opera.
Sunday was glorious. We took Bodhi to a kids party at the Marrickville Croquet club and sat outside catching the rays, dreaming about the summer time fun in store. I had planned to do some triathlon training, but kept on putting it off. I finally admitting defeat when the neighbours came round for an evening BBQ. They don’t eat pork so I ate all the sausages myself. Couldn’t have planned it any better if I’d tried.
Happy birthday Simon,
Minas.
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