Way back in May, I was doing my best to not look like a tourist on the boardwalk of Sydney Harbour. While I was sauntering along enjoying the dismal overcast weather (note subtle undertone of sarcasm here) that Sunday morning, I stopped to take a snap of the French Connection UK store front.

I’m not a huge fan of their clothes, in fact I have never once been inside the store. But the immature little kid in me had a snicker at the sign and so thinking I would have a future use for it, that image made its way onto my memory card. And today is that day.

My other half has a dubious record when it comes to DIY projects around the home. He has these great ideas and while they do add value to our house or make our lives easier, I sometimes wonder why he tortures himself by coming up with them in the first place. Generally, the premise is this:

“I was just thinking, it would be great not to have the speaker wires running across the loungeroom floor. So I could just drill a couple of holes, mount the speakers on the wall and feed the speaker wire across the roof….it’ll be easy enough to do.”

We troop off down to Bunnings, get all the gear we need and then set about the process of doing it. Usually at some point there is an issue - like studs not being where we want them, or being in the wrong place or drill bits breaking or the battery on cordless tools running out. Or having to climb up in the roof among the spiders and fibreglass insulation to feed the wire down the sides of the walls. That’s just this afternoon’s DIY project but it really doesn’t make much of a difference which one it is. He hates DIY jobs and it always culminates in a torrent of language that would make Gordon Ramsay proud.

I’m no stranger to the F word and certainly I’ve been known to use it often enough  myself when I get really frustrated or just plain angry. So I sit and smile through the whole process, knowing that when it’s all over and done with, he’ll be back to his mild-mannered self. I guess you can see why I’ve put in the photo of that sign now….and if you can’t, I’m hardly going to spell it out properly for you.

August 31st, 2008 | Category: 52 Blessings, Ramblings |  Print This Post |  Email This Post | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL