The joys and delights of DIY.
As I struggled to hold the ceiling panel up and manipulate it into position, cross words were spoken. There we both were, holding up the heavy gib ceiling panel – and just where is the drill, the screws and/or the hammer? Yep – as far away as possible – on the other side of the room!
“I need another hand”, says I.
“Two hands are all I’ve got”, said he.
We were both stuck! One of us would have to let go to reach the drill and screws.
Bad preparation on whose part?
Oh – to be someone else’s building mate
Home renovations with the husband can be just a little bit fraught.
This is is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, July Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’