Ah yes, and to think that all sorts of professionals dreamed of jacking in a good career because of the stress to become a plumber, thinking it would be something to boast of at dinner parties, buy them some attonement for their former misdemeanours or indeed, they would strike the klondyke, the fabled £70,000 a year the sunday supplements exposed.
Well think again buster and take a reality check.
There aint no flipping glamour in sweating yer bits off in a cramped loft on a balmy summers day, no salvation in gashing yer hands to pieces pulling up boards, and no financial rewards for ruining beautiful knees when kneeling on joists for hours.
For this indeed is the world of the masochist, where the Special forces have yet to train their heroes in the art of resilience and mental independance.
This, my son, is a job for natures toughest.
This is a job for a Woman.
