What's a stop-cock?
Confirmation has been received. It's official. I'm now a home-owner.

I can't help but feel slightly scared by this prospect, it feels like I've lost some form of safety blanket and am now venturing out into the big wide world. No longer will my parents be forced to forward mail to me, I now have my own letter box that is mine to call my own.

I suddenly feel like a small boy in a grown up world - I'm not exactly the world's DIY expert (although I am something of the flat-pack shelving king, and I also fit a mean toilet seat) and will now need to learn about things like basic plumbing, tiling and wall-papering.

This should be an exciting time, and is, but also one tinged by the fear that for all my academic strengths, technology was a subject I was universally crap at when I was doing my GCSE's, and I doubt the intervening ten years have seen me magically improve.

In the coming weeks (and probably months) expect either countless tales of burst pipes and disastrous hole drilling, or long-winded tales about how I magically turned into B&Q's number one customer and a DIY legend overnight.

You have been warned.

- posted by Paul @ 11:59 am