The D.I.Y. Generation.

A lucky lot indeed.

Maybe it's just being brought up in rural climes or an age thing, but I've noticed that men of a certain age are so adapt at making or repairing anything. Be it a chair, table, roof or shed. They were fortunate to grow up in those years where people foremost made things by hand with whatever material they could find.

They can fix anything and if not, they'll at least try whereas our generation, let's call us the Ikea lot never dream of making or repairing stuff as it is so easy to buy more. Yet, I have to say that buying furniture from Ikea has many tricky moments when it comes to assembling it. Not that easy either, is it?

Do you think it's the same as doing mental arithmetic? Before the calculator was invented all of us had to learn our times-tables and could easily add up numbers in our head.

Walking down the road yesterday I saw a retired Eisenberger busy building a shed. A nice shed. A well proportioned shed and one that has only taken a few days to organize. The minute a
' construction of sorts ' is noticed, one does a few drive-bys just to see what's happening. Everyone knows everyone and not stopping to shoot the breeze is rather rude and so I stopped to chat.

" Will it be a garage? "

" Actually it'll be a Wurstelbude for the neighbourhood. "

until he grinned I took him by his word and already envisaged many stealth forays down the road by Bob. Standing about a tall table, drinking a cold beer, eating a pair of Vienna's while talking to your buddies must eclipse any Rosmary Pilcher romantic film I at times force Bob to watch with me...

Biggi