I have always been a bit crap at DIY. I think it dates back to my childhood when I was not really allowed to join in with anything that involved sharp objects. When you are wrapped up in cotton wool as much as I was I suspect you just accept your lot and wait for others to do everything for you. The problem is that all these years later and here I am with no-one to do it for me. Mrs Plug is a dab hand with a screwdriver and a hammer, but she is not about much with all her uni work so I have been left pretty much to my own devices. I bought three shelving units and a chest of drawers last week and I am in the process of putting them all together. I actually purchased some more tools this morning which made the job a lot easier, and as a result I now have a working chest of drawers and a big bookshelf in our bedroom. I actually felt grown up for the first time. In other news, i took my driving theory test this morning. I did no preparation at all and as a result went along more out of hope than expectation. Imagine my surprise on being told that I had passed! I could not believe it, and I have felt the need to warn other road users that I am halfway towards being a menace on the road. The test is clearly too easy, although I was astonished at the pigs ear that people were making of the test.
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