I have to confess since living alone I have been indulging a wild love affair with ....... power tools!
NO NO not THOSE kind of power tools get your mind out of the gutter! Besides which that is hardly a NEW love affair - spanning as it has some twenty years! (Not I hasten to add with the same power tool, commitment phobic that I am I can't even commit to a battery!)
No I'm talking about drill bits and raw plugs and posidrivs - ah the sweet language of love - the thrill of the flat head screw.
In fact there is barely a surface in chez bangs that hasn't been augmented in some manner with pictures, mirrors, curtain rails, mantel shelves or cunning rails for the support of kitchen implements.
As Ratty in Wind in the Willows so nearly said (and most certainly would have done had he been a single woman of a certain age with a tool box - but that would have been a very different book)
"There is nothing half so satisfying as messing about with power tools"
Oh and for anyone reading this thinking it would be about my love life I loathe to disappoint so I can report a most satisfactory valentine date watching Breakfast At Tiffanys on the big screen.
Perhaps younger blonds will be a part of my mid-life crisis after all!
Well if I am going to be a cliche it might as well be a fun cliche.
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