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Work was interrupted today by a clunk from the back door and a shout from the kitchen. By the tone of voice I knew I'd better get a move on. The voice said: Please come and help me as fast as you can but I'm trying not to panic you because there's not too much blood - honest. It's a tone of voice I'm horribly familiar with as the wife of an avid Do-It-Yourselfer.
Actually Best Beloved is a great Do-It-Himselfer. He's handy with any number of dangerous looking implements and is always extremely safety conscious. Without sprain or strain, he's just demolished and rebuilt the inside of our ancient barn - including taking down a whole upper floor and digging out the lower floor and laying twelve tons of concrete. He's also taught himself to build block walls (taking advice from a builder friend) and the most recent accomplishment is a fifteen foot high by twenty-five foot long block wall that's impressive in it's clinical verticularity. Not bad for an old guy, eh?
But small accidents happen. We need to budget for elastoplast and antiseptic cream, spray-on skin and finger-stalls.
This morning he was hanging joists to replace the demolished upper floor and caught his finger on a joist hanger. By the time I got into the kitchen most of the bleeding had stopped but his index finger was open to the knuckle, so it was grab a sterile pad from the first aid bag, get him to hold it on tight and call the local health centre. Bless them they said: come straight down. As we walked in the door they were waiting and ten minutes later Best Beloved had two stitches, a big white bandage and orders to keep it clean and return in two days for the dressing to be changed.
Did I also say he was incorrigible?
As I write this is he sitting in front of the telly taking it easy? Is he even upstairs in the studio getting on with some of the clean work that's to be done? Of course not. He's back out in the barn... Here he is having a celebratory cup of tea with the above mentioned finished block wall behind him.
If anyone wants to see the barn's progress (so far) it's at http://www.jacey-bedford.com/barn01.html
Actually Best Beloved is a great Do-It-Himselfer. He's handy with any number of dangerous looking implements and is always extremely safety conscious. Without sprain or strain, he's just demolished and rebuilt the inside of our ancient barn - including taking down a whole upper floor and digging out the lower floor and laying twelve tons of concrete. He's also taught himself to build block walls (taking advice from a builder friend) and the most recent accomplishment is a fifteen foot high by twenty-five foot long block wall that's impressive in it's clinical verticularity. Not bad for an old guy, eh?
But small accidents happen. We need to budget for elastoplast and antiseptic cream, spray-on skin and finger-stalls.
This morning he was hanging joists to replace the demolished upper floor and caught his finger on a joist hanger. By the time I got into the kitchen most of the bleeding had stopped but his index finger was open to the knuckle, so it was grab a sterile pad from the first aid bag, get him to hold it on tight and call the local health centre. Bless them they said: come straight down. As we walked in the door they were waiting and ten minutes later Best Beloved had two stitches, a big white bandage and orders to keep it clean and return in two days for the dressing to be changed.
Did I also say he was incorrigible?
As I write this is he sitting in front of the telly taking it easy? Is he even upstairs in the studio getting on with some of the clean work that's to be done? Of course not. He's back out in the barn... Here he is having a celebratory cup of tea with the above mentioned finished block wall behind him.
If anyone wants to see the barn's progress (so far) it's at http://www.jacey-bedford.com/barn01.html
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Date: Jan. 21st, 2008 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jan. 22nd, 2008 01:03 am (UTC)Brian's previous best was many years ago, pulling a recalcitrant screw out of an 'easy assemble' kitchen unit with a pair of pliers. Yes you guessed it. The screw held and held and held... until it didn't and then Brian got a face full of his own fist, pliers and screw. Knocked his teeth clean through his lip.
We ended up in the casualty department at Wakefield hospital where due to the constraints of an 'accident in the home' survey they kept him sitting there dripping blood while they asked him what the make of pliers was.
Sheesh. Answers on a postcard please.