Over the past few weeks ( ok, maybe months) that we have been doing the bathroom, we ( particularly D) have made numerous trips to the local Bunnings outlet to purchase various hardware and miscellaneous items. For those unfamiliar with Bunnings I will explain. They are a large chain of super hardware outlets, scattered throughout the suburbs. So large in fact that I think that they would rank alongside The Great Wall of China, as a structure visible from space! Visits to Bunnings, I have observed , is a family outing, the social event of the week end for some. Car parks are full by 08:00 and there is a distinct picnic atmosphere, with the aroma of sizzling sausages and onions, permeating the air and balloons festooning the entrance.
Week end DIY warriors gather in small huddles to discuss their latest projects and women folk make their way outdoors to the large nursery areas. You want it, you can get it here. As much as they have a wonderful array of hardware and miscellaneous items perfect for the professional and handyman alike, there is also plenty of cheap rubbish, that one would never bring into their home!
D is on a first name basis with all the staff there, due to the frequency of his visits, although I hasten to add that some must duck for cover and hide when he enters the building, as he can be quite intense and doesn’t accept simple unsubstantiated answers to his questions! Today, he is doing the wall tiles and since I began this post D has acquired 2 spectators…. a work colleague and the annoying neighbour from down the street. They are all experts! Why can’t men be more like women and just get on with the job , instead of participating in lengthy consultations and discussion ? 🙂