And so the saga continues...

We went to the DIY store to get the door furniture for door number 2: the master bedroom (I have no idea why She laughs every time I call it the master bedroom. Oh well.). Whilst there The Missus saw a flat-pack ottoman she wanted. At half past ten, with all my electrical and carpentry tools arrayed, I set to work. At the same time Er Indoors started assembling the six pieces of pre-cut and pre-drilled wood that would make up our ottoman.

This time I carefully laid the old door over the new and scored the edge, marking the exact shape I had to plane to. I manhandled the door into the Workman vice, planed a little bit, manhandled it into the door way, assessed the progress, and repeated the process. Ha! Proof! The doorway *was* out of true. Finally at noon I had a door that perfectly matched to the doorway.

She came up to check my progress. "Wow! That fits really well," She exclaimed. I decided to ignore her surreptitious glance towards the bathroom door. "And I've finished the ottoman".

"Gosh! And You only took an hour and half to put 10 screws in" I said, but only in my head.

Next the hinges. I carefully marked the position, chiselled out the recesses for them and went to screw the door to the frame. The hinges were on the wrong side! How could this have happened? I was so careful. "Damn!" I cried. But wait! I was holding the door upside down. Doh. Flip the door over and the hinges aligned perfectly.

"What's up?" asked She Who Must Be Obeyed.

"Nothing, I thought I had made a mistake, but it's OK"

"Well, when you've finished the door, can you look at the ottoman. The lid has fallen off"

Ha! Result! So now she acknowledges that a man's work is not so easy. Not only have I masterfully fitted a door, one of the most difficult and taxing tasks in the world, but I have shown Her that my innate skill in assembling flatpack furniture like a Swede is a manly attribute that She cannot hope to equal. She concedes that the heavy, manly work around the house is my domain, and is even now drawing up a list of projects that will be exclusively mine.

So finally I've won an argument with Her.