grumpyf1

Yay! A Bank Holiday weekend! Three whole days off work to relax and unwind... or 72 hours of fear, loathing and DIY. I’m lucky enough to be the current owner of a charming terraced house, on a quiet street, built lovingly from local stone by craftsmen over 100 years ago. Some delightful period features, a dash of quirkiness and a rugged exterior means I’m quite similar in many ways. Unfortunately, the craftspersonages who put it together seemingly didn’t own a tape measure, for every door is a different size, the ceilings slope gently (which works OK, because the floor does too) and they had clearly never heard of right-angles or straight edges. Even their best efforts have been surpassed by a century’s worth of amateur DIY (Damage It Yourself) enthusiasts giving their all in the name of top notch corner-cutting, bodging and disfiguring. To give you an idea of what we’re up against, we once foolishly thought it might be nice to double the number of plug sockets in the be...