There are times when someone in the house (obviously not you!) loses the remote
control and thus follows stress. Then a
DIY programme called: 'change the hole you live in...for under a tenner!' or something equally as wonderfull comes on the
telly and you end up watching it whilst wishing one of these designer bods would come into your kitchen
right now damn it and wash the pots!
However, this craze or
phenomena as some like to say in the field of
cultural studies, still has a
gender issue lurking deep within it. Ok so the men build the
MDF shelves and the wee girlies make
fluffy cushion covers and do stenciling.
When I 'do' DIY i am 'messing' about with tools and any praise for a well built piece of wood in our house goes to hubby dearest! Like when i went to B&Q with my great mate Rach we loaded in a load of stuff whilst hubby dearest sat at home with a can o'beer. Then we picked him up to go out for dinner and whilst she parked the car, the bloke getting out of the parked vehicle next to us remarked to my hubby how great the car looked! Rach had waxed the damn thing numerous times to hide the dent (but thats a different tale).
Anyway when a lay-dee does DIY she has to increase the ability to swear, curse, shout and explode in new and more creative ways inorder to let the frustrations of not being able to (sometimes like in my case) physically turn that screw in as tight as a bloke might and if one has mastered the swearing to a T... then when hubby/boyfriend/bloke housemates and people in general say:
"ooh you've missed a bit there luv, but nevermind it was a very good attempt"
you have the vocab to hit them where it hurts and as you should still have a hammer in your hand just remind them its not just hammer time but PMS DIY time!