Lines on The Love of My Life, inspired by our first ten days in Fox Corner
When a wardrobe rail needs to be hung
Or a shelving unit to be built,
When a lampshade is ready to be strung,
He deserves to be praised to the hilt.
He battles with walls that demand a masonry bit,
And faffs with cables to traverse the bedroom floor,
And fixes things in my wake, like that plank I split,
Or that key that I broke by forcing it in the door.
I suppose I could do these jobs myself,
But the frustration of getting screws into wood can make me cry.
Nothing I put up is straight: not a hook, not a mirror, not a shelf.
Frankly, I’m bad at home improvement and just hate DIY.
TLOML is all man and that’s no platitude
For his handyman ways, I feel a deep gratitude.
|Our first aid cabinet (courtesy of the closure of Borders, West Hollywood), which TLOML drilled through some kind of granite in order to mount|
|My hooks have never been hung so beautifully level before. (It's just my photo that is wonky).|
|He took a bare bulb and made this happen.|
|And a dodgy 80s spotlight became this pendant of great Skandiwegian beauty.|
|More perfectly level stuff hung up on a fiddly wall.|
|Meanwhile, I put the books in order...|