ANYONE who has ever read my ramblings in this column will know that I loathe two things more than most: hot weather and DIY.
Well, much to my – ahem – delight, I got to experience both at the same time at the weekend.
The sun now seems to have been blazing constantly forever (when it fact it has only been a matter of days), and when I awoke in the early hours of Saturday to do some work the heat was already seeping through the walls of my house.
It only got hotter and hotter and, worse luck, I had to swap my laptop and mouse for a knife and scissors to put down a new bedroom carpet.
However, despite copious amounts of sweat and (surprisingly) very few swear words, the new carpet was down and looking great in a matter of hours.
I wish I could claim all the credit here, but I must offer a big shout out to my girlfriend's dad Tony.
Without his help on this task, and what seems like a thousand others, I am sure we would be living in a shell of a home more than a year after moving in.
So thanks, Tony – goodness knows what we would have done without you.
Now, back to the DIY day from hell.
With Tony gone home, I was left to assemble a brand new wardrobe all by myself.
Yes, I hear you say it was a flat-pack and any idiot could do it, but I still felt massive joy when it was all done and dusted.
Again there were very few swear words uttered and only one mistake was made (they really should say which side goes where), so all in all it was probably my most productive day of DIY ever.
Couple this with the therapeutic dismantling of the old wardrobe and I was quite proud of myself.
I still hate the hot weather and I'm literally counting down the days to autumn and, even better, winter.