Is jacking in your job and becoming a Handyman some kind of middle aged rite of passage now? Because fucking no thanks I did enough manual labour when I was young and I reserve the right to bonk when I’m riding a bike, not while I’m precariously pushing a wheelbarrow up a plank to load a skip.
My neighbour packed in being a graphic designer to become a gardener, joining the host of other middle-aged male gardeners cutting hedges in my North London neighbourhood. He sports a pony-tail and permanent workwear and his wife is now the main breadwinner.
Is jacking in your job and becoming a Handyman some kind of middle aged rite of passage now? Because fucking no thanks I did enough manual labour when I was young and I reserve the right to bonk when I’m riding a bike, not while I’m precariously pushing a wheelbarrow up a plank to load a skip.