But that won't be today.
No, today's job was installing a loft ladder in the master bedroom. He did all the prep work before needing my help getting it into the loft and adding some support to the plasterboard as he fitted it. So far so good. He's up in the loft, when I notice that something looks a little strange...
Me: Babe, where's the handle?BW: In front of your face.
Me: Um, no it isn't...
BW: [Tut] of course it is.... oh crap, it's behind the plasterboard... I'm stuck and can't get down.
Yes, the handle is behind the plaster that he'd left to add support - not realising that once the ladder contraption is wedged in place, it also blocked his exit. So stifling giggles, I hunt down the dry-board saw to hack out the remaining plasterboard; in the process getting completely covered in plaster dust.
But did he thank me for rescuing him? No, he dared to complain that one corner was down too low from the directions I'd given... I should have left him stuck up there!
Cheers, KangaRue
