Kismet

Last updated: Thu, 24 Nov 2005 11:01:00 GMT

No, karma.

Hola, amigos. Been a long time since I rapped at ya. Between my hammy fists and Safari, I just managed to lose the 2000 words of rambling post I spent the last half hour "crafting." This has happened to me before. It's annoying, but the couple of times previously, I've gone on to write a better post the second time round. It's kismet. Or karma. Or some hippy bullshit like that.

Not this time, this'll be just as crappy, but I'm not motivated to be so verbose.

Maybe that *is* the better post. See? Kismet. No, karma.

I've been away from work for the last three weeks. Unfortunately I didn't find time to push forward any of the many, many half-finish personal projects I've started, but I did have some fun, and I did learn a few things.

In the last three weeks I've gutted my kitchen, back to rafters, joists and blockwork. It's been rewired, refloored, replumbed and replastered. The only job I didn't do myself was the plastering, and I've concluded that what I've long suspected really is true: if you care about the result, don't leave it to someone else. My Dad always said that "if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing yourself."

He was right, mostly. I draw the line at home surgery. He doesn't, but that's a different story.

My wife has taken all of this in her stride. The disruption, I mean, not my Dad's DIY bullet removal. I love her for this. She's the size of a house, now.

We've heard nothing from the NZIS.