Continuing the theme of DIY Disasters...
My home, like hundreds of identical legoland boxes in the 1970's new-town estate, is built around a central stair well. The first six steps lead to a half landing, turn 180 degrees right and take another six steps to the first floor. I had quite envied the way the next door neighbour had built out over the bottom steps, and put cupboards into the reclaimed space. After estimating the size of timbers required to span the space, and the best way to fix them to the party wall, I filed the project on the "maybe-one-day" list. The cupboards were apparently a selling feature when the house changed hands recently, until, that is, the new owner found two lengths of rope knotted through holes in the roof trusses and disappearing through the loft floor. (Yes, by rope I mean half-inch three strand S-laid twisted hemp ideal for towing cars etc.) The new owner, after staring at the rope for a while, decided the best way to find out _why_ they were there was to cut through them and see what happened. (He said afterwards that the hacksaw made them "hum like a guitar") I heard the "what happened" through the party wall: an almighty crash and loud shouts and screams. Resisting the urge to dial 999 straight away I cautiously opened their front door to find the mistress of the house in hysterical tears at the bottom of the stairs, and the DIY 'master' leaning out of the loft hatch in hysterical 'laughter', the two of them separated by the remains of the cupboards. I gave them a hand to clear up the wreckage, but I'm still looking for the courage to tell them that the installer of the "rope lintel" also rewired the whole house ...............
keith