You are only getting old when you start actually using the things you buy
Just popped in for some tungsten tipped screws?
Never gonna use em. Never gonna use em.
On more than one occasion this week I’ve found myself staring at the lawn, hands on hips, muttering over the state of it. Definitely did not do that when I was younger.
If you’re buying plants or even looking at them then it’s probably already happened. And yes this is normal.
Next stop, garden centres. If you’ve got a Boundary Mills nearby, you might as well start planning your funeral.
I find garden centres and B&Q relaxing
Once you reach your mid 30s, you wake up one day and BOOM – you’re Hank Hill. It happened to me. It’ll happen to all of you, I tell ya h’what.
Don’t forget to go to dunelm after. You know when you do that stuff that you’ve strayed into old fart territory.
Did you look at the power tools and weigh up the different options of drills available?
Make sure to stop by the tape measures first and pick one up so you can measure stuff to see if it fits. Fits what, who knows, but get measuring!
I’d rather shove wasps up my arse.
Those trolleys in the middle worry me. When loaded with a quarter tonne of concrete blocks, I feel like I’m only one step away from an industrial accident that I probably don’t have insurance for.
Get yourself to Ikea that’s where all the cool people hang out 😎
Yes or a garden centre
I’m nearly 60…First 30 years at IKEA…second 30 years at the tip. The (re)cycle of life.
When you talk to random people in the aisle on their DIY plans, that’s a sign.
Yep, can now spend time wandering around Homebase, Dunelm, and the local garden centre without whining about wanting to go home.
my yearly “lets see what reduced plants I can save” started today.
I didn’t really garden until I got my own house
Yess! And also the middle of lidl!
Enjoy middle age
I’m sorry my friend, sounds like you have become one of the walking dead; the zombies who wander aimlessly, usually in flip flops, through aisles of things they vaguely recognise from their past lives with a bizarre urge to glue fake panelling to their walls. Unsure of their own intentions and no real recollections of the skills they were taught as children, the lurch onwards seeking grey paint and a shrubbery. My only hope is that a cure is found and these poor folk can have their minds returned and be saved from a horrific future of terrible DIY.
I dont get this at all, and I am old. So please do explain it to me.
I realised I was a grown up when I found myself in B&Q, on a lovely Sunday afternoon, choosing a lawnmower, and I bumped into my dad.
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You are only getting old when you start actually using the things you buy
Just popped in for some tungsten tipped screws?
Never gonna use em. Never gonna use em.
On more than one occasion this week I’ve found myself staring at the lawn, hands on hips, muttering over the state of it. Definitely did not do that when I was younger.
If you’re buying plants or even looking at them then it’s probably already happened. And yes this is normal.
Next stop, garden centres. If you’ve got a Boundary Mills nearby, you might as well start planning your funeral.
I find garden centres and B&Q relaxing
Once you reach your mid 30s, you wake up one day and BOOM – you’re Hank Hill. It happened to me. It’ll happen to all of you, I tell ya h’what.
Don’t forget to go to dunelm after. You know when you do that stuff that you’ve strayed into old fart territory.
Did you look at the power tools and weigh up the different options of drills available?
Make sure to stop by the tape measures first and pick one up so you can measure stuff to see if it fits. Fits what, who knows, but get measuring!
I’d rather shove wasps up my arse.
Those trolleys in the middle worry me. When loaded with a quarter tonne of concrete blocks, I feel like I’m only one step away from an industrial accident that I probably don’t have insurance for.
Get yourself to Ikea that’s where all the cool people hang out 😎
Yes or a garden centre
I’m nearly 60…First 30 years at IKEA…second 30 years at the tip. The (re)cycle of life.
When you talk to random people in the aisle on their DIY plans, that’s a sign.
Yep, can now spend time wandering around Homebase, Dunelm, and the local garden centre without whining about wanting to go home.
my yearly “lets see what reduced plants I can save” started today.
I didn’t really garden until I got my own house
Yess! And also the middle of lidl!
Enjoy middle age
I’m sorry my friend, sounds like you have become one of the walking dead; the zombies who wander aimlessly, usually in flip flops, through aisles of things they vaguely recognise from their past lives with a bizarre urge to glue fake panelling to their walls. Unsure of their own intentions and no real recollections of the skills they were taught as children, the lurch onwards seeking grey paint and a shrubbery. My only hope is that a cure is found and these poor folk can have their minds returned and be saved from a horrific future of terrible DIY.
I dont get this at all, and I am old. So please do explain it to me.
I realised I was a grown up when I found myself in B&Q, on a lovely Sunday afternoon, choosing a lawnmower, and I bumped into my dad.