I’m sure we have all had instances when we’ve started something and wished we’d never done it, or a little tweak ends up being a complete rehash, or the fates are against us and things go wrong from the outset.
Hubby and I have had a day like that, but in two different directions.
The gates are coming along, nicely painted, trimmed, and flip catches fitted to keep them open when we’re getting the car in and out.
The alternative catch has been purchased, but fitting it is proving interesting.
Or at least that’s how I describe it, as Hubby’s version is unprintable.
The catch is designed to flip over the top of the gates. No problem, except the lockable bolt already in place will have to be moved. That’s not a problem either but for the catch to flip over, the upright had to be shaved. OK, done.
The bolt that goes through the catch and gate is unfortunately too short. No problem.
Hubby goes out and buys a piece of threaded bar to improvise. No problem.
He needs bigger nuts (no jokes please) as the ones he has are too small. No problem.
He gets home and discovers the size bar he’s purchased is too small for the holes.
He’s put the bolt back in place and calling it a day as obviously he is not meant to work on the gate today.
I have known him hit a snag or two in some of the DIY jobs he’s done, but never have I known him have so many at one time.
Because we lock our gate, the door isn’t accessible to visitors so we needed a doorbell (we’ve already put up a post box which works like a dream).
We purchased one today, a cordless design that runs on a battery. Hubby set it all up (in the kitchen, he must have known……) and it didn’t work. The transmitter and receiver aren’t talking to each other so it will be going back to the shop tomorrow (17 miles away).
He hasn’t come down from the ceiling yet.
Over to me now, and dinner.
Fed up with chicken, tuna, jacket spuds, chilli and curry, we had fish yesterday.
We were supposed to have wedges with it but it was roast potatoes in the freezer (similar wrapper) so I made tatty cakes instead. ‘Disaster’ averted.
Today, still fed up in the food options, we decided on poached eggs on toast. No problem.
The bread was frozen, but we’re used to that, so no problem.
I put too much water in the poacher and it boiled over the hob.
No problem, I tipped out the surplus and put in my eggs.
I put the bread in the toaster, and it didn’t cook, so put it in again. No problem,
There was still too much water in the poacher, so it boiled over the eggs and the hob.
Clearing up that mess, I forgot the toast and the kitchen started to fill with smoke.
I slammed the door to stop the alarm going off and terrorising the dog, opened the window, and threw 2 bits of charcoal onto the lawn.
Trying to salvage dinner, I put more toast in, changed to another ring on the cooker, and continued to cook my eggs, now with hardly any water in the bottom of the pan.