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the protective goggles as well because a few times it would have caught me in
the eye. I had read a lot about how to lay tiles on the internet and had also
spoken to my Dad and Scott about it but I still managed to fuck up my first
attempt. It took me much longer to chisel the mess I’d made back up and flatten
the surface than it did for me to lay it correctly.
You live and you learn though. Mistakes made add wisdom.
It was nice to return to work and my sore limbs needed the rest. Marvin returned
to my house and spent the week with Elly but there had been no progress on the
construction of the kitchen or anything else when I returned on Friday
afternoon. He had added to his weird structure in the garden and it now began to
look like a fort.
I was king of DIY though, I could have published a book on it. I would have left
the pages blank and sold it with a pen. I was relishing building my kitchen and
was glad when Marvin left, leaving me, Krueger and Elly alone. The three of us
worked in unison putting the cupboards together. Krueger must have thought it
was too easy as he kept nicking my screwdriver, that or he wanted to do it all by
himself.
The self assembly stuff from IKEA was a disappointment though. I opened the
boxes and the pieces just laid there, self assembly my arse. No you needed the
DIY king and helpers. The cupboards took time but were essentially easy,