When I lived in Sydney, I bought my first home. It was a lovely little cottage, a modest front, and great location near Backwattle Bay in Glebe Point. Narrow, but long enough and somehow large enough to contain 3 bedrooms.
I loved it, and I still wish I had not sold it (though keeping it would have made no sense at all). This is me in front of the house:
Anyway, on a recent trip back to Sydney I took the opportunity of going to visit my little house, seeing what had changed.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw this!!!! OK, so its a little green on top, but that points more to a lack of maintenance than to a lack of craftsmanship….
I may need to explain. When I first moved in, the house had no letterbox. Letters used to be left on the front porch. So one day, feeling creative and coming over all DIY, I made my own letterbox. It was always meant to be a short term solution, one that even I did not intend to make last.
Well its STILL THERE!!! Almost 8 years later, unchanged and unlatered from the original genius design, which enabled letters to be slotted in, or in fact placed by lifting the hinged lid.
I suddenly have a new sense of faith in my DIY abilities, and all the things I have gerry-fixed in my flat in London have taken on a whole new appearance of long term stability.