I’m off to my daughter’s new house to do some work there.
I have few innocent sounding jobs which in theory shouldn’t take long.
I have to plumb in their newly acquired dish washer. This plumbing should not be as difficult as this though. Just a matter of nipping down to the nearest DIY store, buying some assorted bits of plastic pipe and Bob’s your Uncle.
Fitting a couple of dimmer switches. This won’t cause my early demise as TFE has successfully completed the High Voltage course and understands that electrickery has the ability to hurt. In past years I was actually the engineer that looked after all things electric on a particular class of ship. (I admit to being thrown across the engine room by inadvertently messing with live 440 volts. Ouch, shit, fuck, etc).
A new cable to fit to the daughters hedge trimmers. (I heard you snigger at the back. Stop it).
No. The one thing that may hold me in more of a slough of despair, is that I’ve got to assemble that spawn of the devil, FLAT PACK furniture (Weeps).
Still, I shall hold my head up bravely and accept the challenge.
I shall return.