Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
DIY shop (a thought)
My aunt, the sister of my mother, once said about her husband that when he gets bored on a Saturday, he goes to the DIY shop. And when he is bored again after he comes back... he goes there again. I always thought that was pretty eccentric. Until I visited the local DIY shop here. I once mentioned it on this blog. Apart from tools and house goods, it has plenty of gardening stuff. And an electric train on display. Nothing too impressive, but still. I go there just to have a quick look at the train and the décor surrounding: the train station as it was decades ago. And the staff is nice and helpful. After the sweet shop, it might be my favourite shop in this town. I am very surprised about it, maybe I am getting old.
When the massive Home Depot first opened, I discovered a whole new fascination with all things hardware oriented. It surprised me, too. I had no idea what most of those widgets and doohickeys were for, but I didn't care, they were endlessly fun to see.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me think about almost every man in my family for who the ideal Sunday is spent browsing Canadian Tire :)
ReplyDelete@Violetsky-Hey, thanks for commenting on my blog again! Long time no... read. I am not sure I would love to spend time in Home Depot, not yet anyway. The DIY store here is much smaller, it looks a bit more ran down, which is part of its charm, it has lots of gardening stuff, that small train station AND they were playing Pink Floyd when I went there once.
ReplyDelete@Cynthia-We used to do this with dad. It used to bore me to tears.