DIY isn’t my strong point. Not at all. You could say that, DIY-wise, I’m a bit rubbish.
I don’t mean I’m completely useless. Most of the time, if I set out to do something DIY-ish, it tends to get done. Eventually. After a fashion. And to the accompaniment of a bit of unministerial language.
It isn’t that I don’t have a sense of satisfaction at the end of these domestic duties. Usually, I do. But the process is generally marked by frayed nerves, a lack of confidence and even the occasional loss of temper. To see me in the company of screwdrivers, hammers, pliers and the like is not normally to see me at my shining best.
I can’t help thinking that being totally useless would be better than being a bit rubbish.