Hitachi DS14DVF3 14.4 Volt Cordless Drill Driver
So much more than just a screw driver though. This, to me, is a reaffirmation of Life!
Months ago, I asked the lads, over on Jim's, what power of driver I would want. They unanimously told me a 14 Volt. I put it on my list. I figured I needed it, for fixing most of the barely existent guttering around this place.
But, my computer was slowing to a stand still. The days were short. Cold. Wet. I was slipping into hibernation mode and becoming almost entirely nocturnal. Then, over 'xmass', the cancer scare hit!
I was Absolutely fucking convinced I was on the slippery slope to a horrible fucking death. Shortly!
I'd like to be able to say that that experience ~ and the test results which said I appear to be in quite disgustingly good health ~ made a changed man of me.
They didn't though. Because, frankly, there's really not That much more I can do to improve my general health!
They didn't though. Because, frankly, there's really not That much more I can do to improve my general health!
I've long since packed in smoking. I eat, if not a 'fruit, fish and vitamins' diet, at least one pretty much void of major crap.
Alright; I drink like a drain! But, my liver's fine and Iron Retention (due to my consumption of Stout) is the only blip on my radar. So I now halve my stout intake by drinking 50% 'Ale'. See? I'm not taking the piss!
Exercise is my big hurdle. Been sat here, for months now. Get off the mattress. Get into this chair. Feed the Dogs. Feed the horses. Sling their shit. . Set the stove. Back into this chair till I lay down again. FFS!
The heart, they say, is a muscle? Well, my one's probably about degenerated to a lump of flab by now then! But, at least I'm aware of this, see?
And, today? Maybe it's the clocks having gone forward? Maybe it's just a natural, inbuilt reaction to subtle triggers? What ever. But, I spotted that run of guttering, laying on the ground outside my back window. And something clicked.
I Really need to sort this fucking guttering out! Roof's alright now. But, it's directing all this shit and water pretty much directly to my walls! And my walls are the bulk part of my fucking Home!
And, today, I had one of those 'moments'. I saw that guttering. Knew what I had to do. Drew myself up to my full height ~ holding that gutterings gaze till it looked away.
Flexed my wiry sinews. And stepped back into this room. I'd like to imagine there was a steely glint in my rheumy, watery eye ~ the better one then ~ as I slumped into this chair, donned my computer glasses, and tapped out " Hitachi Power Tools ".
There. Less than an hour later, I'd fed some outfit my card details and I'm now awaiting my screw driver. £120.00 delivered. Can't do better than that!
See what I'm really saying though? I'm alive. What's more; I fucking well intend to stay alive!
Certainly long enough to relearn, once more, the thing about getting out of bed. Fucking the computer chair off. Going out there, into the fresh air.
Finding those physical, manual jobs that have long needed doing ~ but the onset of the bleak weather stopped. And getting amongst them!
Winter is passing!!!
