A Mans Work is Always Done...

Woke up to a rather crabby A this morning who was saying the rail had fallen off in the wardrobe. Clearly this wasn't foremost in my mind - I'd literally just woken up. So I promptly forgot all about it.

Came home this evening after the gym and he was hard at work, banging away with his hammer/mallet. Looks pretty good actually. And, well, it's not my wardrobe so we'll see how long it lasts. ;)