Harumph - men and power tools? When we first got married my husband decided he was going to hang a towel rail in the bathroom - despite having never even heard of a rawl plug. For years he swore blind that the radiator underneath was squint - and not his rail
He has sliced through the hedgecutter cable twice - and is only still alive because I had the foresight (from bitter experience of my father and power tools) to buy a circuit breaker! After twenty years he leaves the DIY to me!!!!!
The worst bit with men is that they feel they should be building things - so when you are doing it they hang round you in an attempt to feel useful. Ladies - is there not anything more irritating than an audience when you are building self-assembly furniture?
And - while I am in full rant - what is is with men and gardens. My husband is a demon with his hoe - all because he won't get down on his hands and knees and weed the slow way. Every year I plant spring bulbs, and every year he slices the top off them just below ground level with that wretched hoe
AND he gets his 'pathclear' weedkiller in my flowerbeds and along the edge of the lawn. Roght now it is pouring with rain - (you are right about the summer Mark) - and he is out there putting a second dose of fertiliser on the grass to make it green. GREEN!!!! It will need a bl**dy tractor to cut it at this rate.
Off for a glass of wine to calm my nerves
My poor husband is not going to understand why I am suddenly cross with him
Thanks for all the birthday wishes!
Marisa xx