Binky's Groove

DI, Y?

I don’t really do DIY. If I need something sawing, or something banging into a wall, perhaps something being turned into something else, I call my dad.

Having sauntered by the 30 year milestone I started feeling something. A feeling that I should spend less time playing videogames and more time understanding what the hell a rawplug is. Apparently it isn’t an uncooked electrical conduit.

So today I needed things hanging. This required drilling, banging and measuring.
I rang my dad.

It’s ok though. I made it very clear that I wanted to do it all, but needed his eye of Sauron cast over my every move… oh and I needed him to come with me and suggest what basic tools I should be owning. I am, you see, the man that bought a drill 3 years ago without buying any drill bits and left it in my shed ever since.

I now have a fully fledged toolkit, including fancy tool box, drill bits, pliers, even a saw (a saw which I managed to cut my finger on without even using it) and with this collection of goodies I have put up a rail. Good times.

I can already feel my mangina disappearing. That said, blogging about it straight afterwards and crying about the blood pumping from my finger isn’t particularly man-ish is it?