Dear reader, in the past you have observed that I always seem to be up to an adventure. Well, as you can see almost the most exciting thing last weekend was buying a new harness for the chihuahua. Almost. That was pipped to the post by DIY.
Mr Him finally (after 3 years ) got around to putting up a new towel rail in the cloakroom. Ever since we'd moved in, towels have been hanging precariously from a holder that was millimeter by painful, weekly, millimeter falling out of the wall. Anyway that's fixed now.
On Friday the cantilever garden umbrella broke. It was discovered by two men of the house that the string had snapped thereby making it impossible to move up or down. Something to do with tension too. Mr 25 (bf of Miss 21) said he could fix it if I bought washing line string. I did.
The arm now glides up and down with an elegance not before exhibited by this cantilever umbrella. Looking at the string that had frayed and snapped from use over 3 years, one could assume it was designed to fail. That would be a cynical thought now wouldn't it.
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