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Conversations with my husband
"If I start using the drill, will you fret?"
"No, I don't think so. Why do you need a drill?"
"Because we haven't got any corks, and the internet says that I need either a drill or a cork to get nails into the wall."
"Oh.... You want to use the drill on the wall?"
"Yes...."
"Ok, that might make me fret."
I have to wonder what the non-fretful, non-wall-related use of a drill was. Trepanning the horses?
(Most of our walls either are or used to be external, so it's hard work hammering anything into them. When we moved in, we made a couple of attempts to put a new picture hook up (result: bent nail) or to take down an existing one (result: lump of plaster falls off wall), so we just gave up and put things on the hooks that were already there. Now that we've had the hall decorated, though, we need to put things back up on the wall. Well, *I* need to. Mike is blessedly unconcerned and keeps muttering about getting around to it at some point.)
"No, I don't think so. Why do you need a drill?"
"Because we haven't got any corks, and the internet says that I need either a drill or a cork to get nails into the wall."
"Oh.... You want to use the drill on the wall?"
"Yes...."
"Ok, that might make me fret."
I have to wonder what the non-fretful, non-wall-related use of a drill was. Trepanning the horses?
(Most of our walls either are or used to be external, so it's hard work hammering anything into them. When we moved in, we made a couple of attempts to put a new picture hook up (result: bent nail) or to take down an existing one (result: lump of plaster falls off wall), so we just gave up and put things on the hooks that were already there. Now that we've had the hall decorated, though, we need to put things back up on the wall. Well, *I* need to. Mike is blessedly unconcerned and keeps muttering about getting around to it at some point.)
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(It is, in fact, a plaster skim on a probably-brick wall that has a flint outer layer: no wires or suchlike. He just doesn't trust me to use a drill, except when I'm just randomly waving it around the place. Or something.
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A drill is just a handy portable electric motor. My dad used one to power a hand-cranked mill when he wanted to stone grind a bunch of wheat. Just take the handle off, put the end in the chuck, turn it on and hang on for dear life. (My job was the last part.) Need to whip up some vinaigrette? Stick a whisk in the chuck and away you go.
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It's common here in the States in older buildings, especially ones old enough to have started with plaster walls.
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Plus, we don't have *that* much stuff to put on the walls: Mike's mother has a picture rail in her living room, but she has pictures all the way around. I'm more of a one picture per wall person, maybe two, and it seems like overkill!