Dad is a DIY nut. To the point where he can rewire a house if he really needs to (though that's too involved for him these days). When I was about eight, he liberated a welding kit from the shipyard he worked at, and I'd help him with random welding tasks. Last summer, we re-roofed the garage over a weekend, which was no mean feat since it involved basically rebuilding everything but the walls (it also gave me experience of asbestos disposal). I picked up quite a lot from him.
Was at Ikea yesterday looking for a new computer desk. Current one is too low, knees bang the keyboard tray and keyboard is so low that half the time I miss the fucking space bar. I am not writing stories in CamelCase. Had some ideas but nothing concrete. Then
The masonry drill is masonry for the blind, which is a whole other story. Original was only into plasterboard, only way to get good grip now (as original fell down) is to drill through plasterboard into brick. So it's an excuse to buy a better drill.
Random DIY projects for other people may well ensue (
I feel surprisingly macho. And very much like my dad.