Never let it be said that the Wakemen don't know how to have a good time on a shoestring. Picture the scene:
A loud crash from upstairs was followed by a lot of cursing and clattering. A few minutes later, Mr W emerged in the kitchen, to announce that he had dropped his compartmentalised metal case of woodscrews on the floor and they were now all mixed up.
Never one to miss the chance of some free entertainment, I suggested we could spend the evening sorting them out - which we duly did. After supper, and armed with a glass of red wine each, we took a tray of ironmongery each and scuffled and scrabbled all evening while the usual soup of uncomprehending TV pap washed over us.
Sorting out the very big and very small ones was the easy bit, but then we were left with a muddle of middle-sized ones in several sizes and not enough bins to stash them in - a conundrum only solved when Mr W decided that there were different makes of the same size, which my unduly tidy mind had tried to sort into too many categories. So with a tiny twinge of uneasiness, I allowed him to amalgamate my carefully-sorted piles into fewer heaps, and they were then put to bed.
So, a whole evening spent in good clean family fun and not a penny spent!
I wonder if I shall wake in the middle of the night worrying that he will pick out what he thinks is a 3.5 x 25 but it's really a 4.0 x 20 - or is that the way that madness lies?