Our neighbours used to have pink and blue jobs, depending on whether it was domestic or DIY. Since he passed away two years ago, she says all jobs are purple, and she’s doing her best. We bought her a small tool kit for every day use that first Christmas, and she has been glad of it, proud as punch for changing a clock battery to a bulb in her cooker hood.
Hubby and I have had a good day. We don’t have his and hers jobs, never have really as he’s content to cook, wash or clean, and I don’t mind having a go with a paint brush or hammering in a nail or two, though it is rare they go in straight.
Today we cleaned the windows together, inside and out, having found a technique using a spray bottle and a scraper rather than the hose, bucket, and a…
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