Can’t live with it; can’t live without it.
An opportunity to collect serendipitous occurrences!
Reclaiming the handyman precinct
I’m not a handyman, but I can still fix stuff.
Who’d have thought that the smell of frying tomatoes could be so sweet?
Looking for some objectivity in practical questions and reflections on the past.
How do you dispose of something that might one day be useful?