I bought a drill. It is yellow. It is my first drill. I bought it because I’m 59 next month and thought it was about time. It’s nearly a half a century since I joined the rest of the world in giving up on myself when it came to practical skills. My brother, who is younger, was good at that stuff, which I wasn’t. He was also very good at Lego, which I wasn’t. What I was good at was unclear. Reading, possibly. Anyway, he was the practical one and I wasn’t and that was the end of it. And, in the way of these things, this truth got truer as time went on.

And I’ve got........

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