On Monday night I managed to fix screws in the door of the Sunshine radio studios using a pair of scissors, as I couldn’t find a screwdriver.
This small and pretty insignificant act made me feel unbelievably proud, as I considered it a victory over the DIY mountain I had never conquered.
The fact that I had narrowly escaped injury by diving out of the way of the metal tool box as I pulled it off the top shelf was forgotten.
I was a DIY genius!
This small and pretty insignificant act made me feel unbelievably proud, as I considered it a victory over the DIY mountain I had never conquered.
The fact that I had narrowly escaped injury by diving out of the way of the metal tool box as I pulled it off the top shelf was forgotten.
I was a DIY genius!
To say that the art of Do It Yourself does not come naturally to me is a pretty big understatement.
A big part of DIY is coordination, which I seem to have been born without.
Add that to the fact that I also have no common sense and you have a recipe for disaster.
From the fairly common mistake of hitting my thumb with a hammer, to the more unusual act gluing my favourite top to the inside of a drawer I was trying to fix, I have done it all.A big part of DIY is coordination, which I seem to have been born without.
Add that to the fact that I also have no common sense and you have a recipe for disaster.
At school I was every Design Technology teachers nightmare.
I was always keen to have a go, which always came across in my reports ‘Laura tries everything, but sometimes I wish she wouldn’t!’
To this day I have never seen a teacher move so fast as my year nine DT teacher did when I attempted to use a big power drill.
Granted I had not put the safety guard on and the free standing drill was merrily spinning closer to my head, but I still feel she overreacted!
That incident marked the end of my freedom in class, and I was moved to the bench furthest away from all the interesting tools.
I was always keen to have a go, which always came across in my reports ‘Laura tries everything, but sometimes I wish she wouldn’t!’
To this day I have never seen a teacher move so fast as my year nine DT teacher did when I attempted to use a big power drill.
Granted I had not put the safety guard on and the free standing drill was merrily spinning closer to my head, but I still feel she overreacted!
That incident marked the end of my freedom in class, and I was moved to the bench furthest away from all the interesting tools.
Fast forward a few years to University, when during my second year drama performance I was chosen to work on set design!The sight off all the power tools lining up in the cupboard filled me with excitement.
However lecturers soon learnt the error of their ways after I managed to glue my hand to a table with a hot glue gun, take a chunk out of my finger with a hammer, and drill through a chair all in one week.
I was moved to painting, and banned from all contact with power tools.
Now I leave the DIY to my dad.
Actually, that is a lie, I am made to leave it to my dad.
He has banned me from entering his workshop without ‘adult’ supervision, and that is where all the tools are kept.
Actually, that is a lie, I am made to leave it to my dad.
He has banned me from entering his workshop without ‘adult’ supervision, and that is where all the tools are kept.
However, after my triumph I wonder if he will rethink his ban?
Somehow I very much doubt it!
Somehow I very much doubt it!
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