Drilling holes
A man came to drill holes in the afternoon
And by the evening, most of the afternoon had gone–
Marillion, ‘Drilling Holes’
Dad came up today to look over my new house for the first time, and help me run network cables throughout it. We spent most of the afternoon drilling a lot of holes all the way through walls, which was somewhat nervous-
I was a bit nervous about what Dad might think of the house, since he hadn't had a chance to give an opinion (or at least one informed by anything more than verbal descriptions) prior to me deciding to buy it; but although (as I expected) he produced an enormous list of things that could usefully be tweaked, repainted, fixed, grouted and generally meddled with at some point, he seemed to think it was basically a viable dwelling and certainly an order of magnitude better than my current place. Which was, after all, the plan.
Also I've now spent a day in the house in daylight and didn't get a repeat attack of the screaming abdabs at any point, so I can only assume it was indeed just post-
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ABDABS: Eeeeeeeee! Yeeeeeeee!
SIMON: *sigh*
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