Be careful when drilling outside your house. The last time I did it, the guy across the road (we call him 'Capt. 33 years' cos he always reminds us that he's lived in the road for 33 years, well done, have a cookie) asked me to pop in and fix a curtain rail that his lodger had pulled down. Luckily this was a 12 ft curtain rail attached to a 14ft price of wood. Even more bizarre was that that I had to drill new holes into the wall, whilst standing on the lodger's bed, whilst his wife was still in it. Throughout the weird DIY sequence the lodger kept supplying handy hints like "It would be better if you moved it 6 inches to the left" and "I think you're going to need longer screws". This was in amongst the entertaining Rigsby-like banter with the landlord, discussing the state of the room and the newness of the fittings. All in all a bit weird but at least now we have a little sign outside the house saying number 7 (the reason I was out there in the first place) which'll make it easier to remember where I live.
The rub is that I've put up a curtain rail in a complete stranger's bedroom yet in my own we still have a bedsheet twisted around a plastic pole. Put that in your song Alanis, cos that's irony.
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