I'm actually trying to hang a door.
I say hang as that is apparently the technical term.
I prefer wrestle.
Yup, it's me up late. I've got this fantastic saw and I haven't lost a limb yet.
I'm so close looking at the bastard door.
Part of me wants to say hurrah, you are strong!
Part of me wants to lie down in the street for the next man to walk by and cry for help. I'll offer my body and he'll say get up you nob, it's me 19 year old from next door.
D'oh.
Another weekend in the suburbs.
I'm not even asking a question.
Here's one - if your door is on the wonk at 3am do you -
Go to bed
Or
Carry on determinedly knowing you might lose a digit
🤷