Last year I was putting up two small shelves in our living room. They needed to be adjacent to one another and level - obviously. The pebble laden mortar and shitty bricks in our gaff make simple drilling very tricky and on this particular day, on this particular wall I could not get my masonry bit to run true. Every time I had it en route it would deviate violently, chewing a path of destruction which could happily play host to a family of Borrowers but was fuck all use for snugly housing a Rawl Plug.
We even went through that piss weak discussion home improvers go through where we agreed that the shelves could potentially be higher, differently aligned, replaced with a painting etc'. All very disheartening.
After a couple of hours of shitting about and with very low blood sugar the drill lurched off line for the final time. I went batshit crazy and drilled no less than thirty deep gouges in the wall in very rapid succession, threw the power drill at the wall and went and sat outside staring at the floor for about an hour. I would have still been there drilling had the drill bit not folded over on itself like a cheap paper clip.
Funnily enough, once I'd filled, sanded and repainted the wall I hung the shelves with ease the next day.
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Last year I was putting up two small shelves in our living room. They needed to be adjacent to one another and level - obviously. The pebble laden mortar and shitty bricks in our gaff make simple drilling very tricky and on this particular day, on this particular wall I could not get my masonry bit to run true. Every time I had it en route it would deviate violently, chewing a path of destruction which could happily play host to a family of Borrowers but was fuck all use for snugly housing a Rawl Plug.
We even went through that piss weak discussion home improvers go through where we agreed that the shelves could potentially be higher, differently aligned, replaced with a painting etc'. All very disheartening.
After a couple of hours of shitting about and with very low blood sugar the drill lurched off line for the final time. I went batshit crazy and drilled no less than thirty deep gouges in the wall in very rapid succession, threw the power drill at the wall and went and sat outside staring at the floor for about an hour. I would have still been there drilling had the drill bit not folded over on itself like a cheap paper clip.
Funnily enough, once I'd filled, sanded and repainted the wall I hung the shelves with ease the next day.