Damn, my bare, bleak and hopeless improvised housing is slowly becoming a burden. In the past 10 years, I have determined to create hundreds of different remodeling plans. And again I take before me this Time it is different, this time I do not have the same error as usual This time I get my hand and let yourself do everything vernünfitg. But secretly I know it will, as always. In the end I'm going to a bunch of new tools and outrageously expensive materials now and then, after months of annoying the next temporary building.
Why? Probably because I was out of this pesky DIY existence literally in the cradle. Ok - it was not a cradle but the bed of my grandfather that I have sawed a small child (my parents in a renovated during weekend action the office of my father's have). As Child, I never asked why our kitchen table was covered with a vinyl floor and the bathtub was integrated into a Billy shelf. The fact that our house was half a work in me seemed completely normal. Today it is my mother after 30 years, finally managed a craftsman to carry out the renovation of the house. Hopefully I get the problem with my apartment a little faster in the handle. At least I have
already found the right song:
Does it not even
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