I’ve just calculated that there hasn’t been a gouging hole in the wall since that first “forearm” shaped shelf went up in the bathroom. That was my first shelf and a pure disaster. I heard Jeremy remark from the said room. “Oh my God what have you done to the wall?” In fairness it was quite a sight including shelf dangling and swinging off wall. There followed in later days the instruction “don’t touch anything else” and that he’d do it, naturally I pay no heed to no such instruction and hammered and drilled on to victory. I can’t learn anything from people doing things right, I learn more screwing them up.

That first “installation” of unintended holes were necessary and admired. It’s a testament to where I started. This new hallway hole is another man’s hole and doesn’t belong there. I am beyond such holes. I am keen and queen shelver at this point.