I am so not a DIY home-improvement, get-excited-over-renovation kind of person. I fully think that any couple who are even CONSIDERING renovating, especially if one of them is anal a bit fussy, should have a marriage guidance counsellor on tap. This stuff is rough. I also don't much care for it when, of course, I could be writing a book and doing legitimate things, like making stuff up. But there are times when wielding a crowbar, a rusty hammer (cos I never put tools away correctly), the (now munted) screwdriver, and copious breaks to make instant coffee and check the web (like now), are a necessity. It has taken me the fam - no, it has taken ME, I'm the one who goes down to Bunnings to stick the stuff on the credit card - two years but finally, the last of the rooms is soon-ish about to be polly-ed. IE polyurethaned. This would be the carpet gripper. Fortunately, one of the fam doesn't mind polyurethaning and actually takes quite a bit of pride in it, and so be...