If You Build It, They Will Come... ('The DSM')
Occasionally I will get an 'urge'. An urge to build something. Many years ago when our children were young I got the urge to build them a tree house. Like Noah constructing his Ark, it took several days to build, cost an absolute fortune and was far too big for our small terraced garden (it probably should have had planning permission)...but when I had finished, it was a thing of beauty and I was very proud of it. Having been sated, my urge disappeared for a few years; it didn't go away, it just lay dormant somewhere inside me. One morning I awoke with a start, the urge had returned! I needed to build a wall. An extension to the house was far too ambitious (and planning permission would definitely be required for that), I had to build that day. I needed to lay brick on brick, I needed to use the handle of my trowel (which I would purchase) to tap each level and gracefully scrape away the excess mortar... it always looks so effortless on the telly. Days later, after great...