I’m the world’s greatest do it yourself expert. Whenever someone wants me to do something technical, I say: ‘Do it yourself.’
It’s nothing to do with being lazy, or anything like that. It’s just that, whilst the brain seems to work adequately, it cannot transmit to the hands. It once took me two hours to work out how to open the bonnet (hood) of a car.
Flat packs remain flat in my hands; paint always ends up upside down. But the other day, I think I crowned by brilliant abilities as a handyman.
It was one of those days
It began when my wife called me into the kitchen to peruse a tap that just wouldn’t turn off. Water poured, splashing the surrounding area. I said: ‘Oh dear, my dearest darling, you seem to be having a spot of trouble.’
(Yea, right)
Now, this was the first house I had had with a new combination water boiler under the stairs. Immediately I bent down to the stop cock under the sink to turn the water off. A little old, a little rusty, it just wouldn’t turn. So out came the hammer …
Emergency measures
Numerous bangs later, water splashing all about me, it was time for the phone.
Plumber came. Perused the problem. Went under the stairs. Water off.
‘It moved,’ he said, a smirk on his face.
Don’t you just hate it when that happens.
© Anthony North, August 2007
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