D.I.Y is the devils work!
,the mere thought of it makes me feel ill,i have
to carry a cross and wear a garlic necklace if i,m anywhere near B&Q,
it just stops me doing the greater things in life,like listening to music,socialising
with ones muckers,relaxing in front of the tv,reading a good book,to be honest, i just
call the father in law when there,s holes to be drilled,or if anything leaks,he looks
down on me because of my inferior workman like skills,but i honestly dont care,the last time
i painted the hallway i became depressed for two weeks,i get zero satisfaction,its just not