DIY

“Bang! Bang! Bump bump hum hum whack thwack rat-a-tat . . .”

“What!? What’re you doing, Dad!? Not again!”

Oh my goodness! He’s making something again.
No one has the right to disturb my sleep.

My dad is a serious DIY person.
He makes something one after another – big ones or small ones – this time, photo frames. 
Once he starts, works on that rain or shine.

 “Your dad is going to put some his ‘Zoo Photographs’ on the wall in a café restaurant soon. He’s making four large frames for that,” my mum said and continued, “Stop whining! He’ll finish in a couple of days.”

He wants to frame his ‘Zoo Photographs’ to keep them protected and make them look great when they’re on display.

“Oh, good news. Well, I’m glad, but . . . er . . .what’s he making next?”

His enthusiasm for DIY started in London. I wonder what he’s made. If I remember . . . 
    a bed,  a TV stand,  bookshelves,  tables,  benches,  walls,  fences,  gates, 
    velux roof windows,  a kitchen,  a darkroom,  a bathroom,  bar counters,
    bicycles(assembling),  a background board,  photo frames,  my house,  er . . . etc.

Oh, it’s quiet now downstairs. Let me go down and have a look at his work.

“Pippy! Don’t disturb me!” 
“Ho ho ho! You took the words right out of my mouth, Dad!”