He has just created an extra 3 feet by 6 feet space in my room for me.
He is very good in drilling and screwing.
He is installing an extra wall fan for me, blinding me with the dusts from the drilling and scewing.
He looks very handsome in goggle.
He doesn’t understand why I am constantly stuck to my lappie eventhough I am bitching about the dust and noise from the drilling and screwing.
And I found out he has not one set of drill but three sets of drills. Doh, why would a man needs three sets of drills?
Oh ya, just like how I need 10 colours of lipsticks, five palettes of eyeshadows and three sets of skincare eventhough I have only one face, two eyes, one lip.
I am still sitting here rambling with the dusts and noise because I told him I am at his service, passing drill bits and whatever tools he needs. Otherwise, who is going to listen to him bitching about the holes, the screws, the wall plugs and everything else?
The happy carpenter, electrician, plumber and DIY’s wife.