The wife stumbles and falls against the wall, clutching her chest. I think I'm having a heart attack, she says. It must be the shock.
We admire the bathroom cabinet I have just screwed to the wall of the bathroom, agreeing that it is not only screwed to the desired part of the bathroom wall with pinpoint accuracy, but is also no longer on the wonk.
Apart from offering the man that came to fix the roof a cup of tea, this is the first DIY project of any description I have had a hand in for five, maybe six years.
This close season is already turning into a memorable one, which I will look back fondly on whenever I clean my teeth.