I live in a house that I used to fondly describe as having 'rustic charm' obviously that is a euphamism for damp, crumbling paster and dodgy electrics.
But I like to think Im not a helpless female so I'll give most things a go. If nothing else I can derive pleasure from the look of terror on my childrens faces when I say Im going to 'fix' something.
The electrics for instance, when I turned my dishwasher on and there was a loud bang resulting in no lights downstairs the obvious thing might have been to call in a 'man who can' (when I say obvious, I mean, obviously I should have!) Firstly I went out to the garden and paint a couple of pots pink, having restored my equilibrium I then stared at the fuse box for a little while. Finally conceding I may need just a 'little' help, I turned to my face book friends for advice. Ha ha, that was my first mistake!
|potty in pink|
Long involved explanations on pushing switches down ect followed. Back I went to my fuse box, instructions duely written down ....... what switches??? I dont have any bloody switches! It transpired, like everything else in my house, I have the 'quaint' type of old fashioned fuse box. Laden with yet more instructions about fuse wire and 'stuff' I set to work.
Would it matter I asked if I put the fuses back in the wrong order, would the house blow up? Apparently YES! Panic of epic proportions on FB THAT night!!! I was only KIDDING (I eventually told them) Id colour coded them with nail varnish!
Having decided that possibly Im not cut out to be an electrician I decided to tackle the constant drip from the toilet cistern, hmmm, yep, that's ticked off the list too, I am NOT a plumber (but I do need one even more so now)!
Finally, I found my niche, I am a decorator! Well, after a fashion, being a fan of all things seaside it seemed quite logical to me to paint my bathroom in blue and white stripes to resemble a beach hut AND having plenty of paint left over it also seemed logical to paint my shed to match!
|My beach hut shed|
Shortly I plan to try my hand at feline midwifery having discovered that my completely unfounded belief that my cat was barren is just that, unfounded!
|Zebedee, Tillys eldest|