WHO'S A CLEVER BOY THEN?

Before you readers argue amongst yourselves about this let me tell you that it's me. I'm the clever boy OK? 

You will remember that, a few weeks ago I posted about my kitchen repair job where I replaced the sink mixer. Remember? Never mind if you don't because here's a link to the post. No need to thank me. CHUFFED

While The Old Girl was pleased with my effort and, in fact complimented me on it. She was less than enthusiastic when I announced that I was going to replace the bottom and upper shelving that had been damaged by the leaking water though.

"I don't want a pig's ear made of that matey" she said -

" Maybe you should get a man in to do the job."

Well, I never ...

I'd already bought the replacement melamine boards from the Renovation Warehouse and was ready to go but, after her comment resolved to wait until she was away before doing the job (just in case).

Today she drove off to Russell again where she is attending a concert by The Paris Chamber Players who are flying around NZ on an old DC3.

The pilot of the DC3 is a friend of ours who lives in Russell with his partner of 40 years plus. The group is playing in Russell tonight so Lynn drove up for the recital. Here's a link:

FLYING FRENCH MUSICIANS

Anyway, this afternoon, after the rain had stopped I got out the melamine boards from the basement and set to. The job wasn't easy as each board had to have intricate cut-outs to fit around the water pipes and connections. Originally this would have been done on a fancy fret saw machine. I don't have one of those so just used a hand saw. It was tricky and laborious and a hand saw cannot turn corners like the fancy machines. I persevered (not one of my strongest traits) and, with the help of a couple of sharp chisels got the job done satisfactorily. Once the edges were painted no-one could tell whether a professional had done the job or not. Thankfully the boards, top and bottom, fitted and the under-the-sink area looks great.

Here's a pic:

Well, I'm happy.*

* I accept that some scathing old schoolteachers with nothing better to do will critique this post unfavourably and would have liked some sort of climactic finish so here's something for them (him):