I wish I could shake your mother's hand. Well done, her! My mother had her hands full but was always muttering about the little jobs my father would rather tie up with string than actually mend.

I fetched and carried for him when he reluctantly wallpapered. It looked no different to dressmaking we were learning in school, just vertical.

When I was married I was determined I'd not follow their path. Books on DIY were available in the library. When a job needed doing, I did it, collecting my tools with the jobs. It doesn't have to be perfect; it just has to be done.