I discovered something recently.
It really has quite shattered my self perception and made me realise I am not quite as perfect as I had thought.
Well over half a century ago my father and I built the South Wing of The Manor.
It started off with the design which was my father’s job, being a Civil Engineer. He did a brilliant job though with some hindsight [some sixty years later] I might have suggested some slight modifications. Nevertheless the design was done and I set to work.
The work was divided according to abilities. He was the brains who supervised and I was the brawn that did the rough heavy stuff. Over the course of the build I got somewhat tired of lugging concrete blocks around and pushing barrow-loads of cement but I did have a pride in my work. Those blocks were laid to perfection. They were straight, level, perfectly aligned and perfectly vertical. In fact we never bothered plastering some of the walls and just painted the blockwork.
I paid equal attention to laying the floor joists and floorboards. Again, all were perfectly level. It was a work of sheer genius.
To this day there have been no problems. I grant that we had some problems with parts of the roof but that was down more to wear and tear rather than the construction. Not one settlement crack has ever appeared.
But back to my discovery…..
If Penny pees in the kitchen, the flood gently flows to the north. If she pees in the lobby the flow is to the west. The floors aren’t perfectly level!
I’m not pure perfection after all.