I learnt at my grammar school how to bend over to be slippered, write hundreds of lines and how to extend detentions so that the staff were itching for me to finish whatever stupid task I'd been given. I became a star at dumb insolence.
DIY? Yes, I've done plenty, couldn't afford to employ trades people. I remember well the woodwork master, almost purple with rage, 'you fool, boy' as I cut, yet another, piece of wood in the wrong place. Still, I cannot saw, cut, mark, draw straight. Including bread.
Dave and Carrie, your knowledge of Latin is why you write so well.
And I'm so glad I now know why the fridge door sticks.