To me the word DIY is synonymous with torture and I think people who do it for “fun” should be committed to a secure institution for life. Even just flat pack furniture does my head in. The instructions are so cryptic; the random superfluous or missing parts; the cheap screws with heads that strip as soon as you look at them.
The decorators and tradesmen I’ve had as well are usually not much better than me. I’ve found the true pros tend not to work directly with the paying public because whenever we’ve got work done through an insurance policy those guys have been fucking artists.
