My husband can’t do
tit, seriously he’s so
tit at anything but spreadsheets and farting, the tools in this house our mine and I can do low level stuff like putting curtain rails and shelves up. The fact Mr Dogmuck fully accepts he’s crap means I don’t have to worry about him pretending he’s capable of stuff and making a pigs ear of it and he’s more than happy to have professionals in to do jobs and with that accepting the cost.
You don’t go to private school, university, job in the city, have four kids and then spend months digging soil and rubble, something a couple of labourers could sort out in a few days for a few hundred quid, for the chance to learn a new skill...hun digging isn’t a skill you really need months to learn, plus the amount of times you’ve had to dig yourself out of your and your wife’s insta
duck ups over the last two years, you should be quite the expert in that particular skill set already. Just face it, you’re skint, you don’t like having to pay for anything, you don’t want to spend time with your family and you’re desperate for likes on Instagram, we know it, we see you. Someone call DIY SOS for pity’s sake.