Honestly, do-it-yourself decorations and home improvements are things I have never had the patience or artistic prowess to create. I tried to make a ribbon wall for my Polaroid pictures in high school, but I kinda gave up a tenth around my room, so it just ended up making my room look very awkward. I quickly learned how much the English were into DIY projects when I was researching how-to-do lists for gardening/decorating/fixing the Heron Way allotment. I researched how to make squash arches from PVC pipes, chicken runs, pallet furniture, and creative ways to reuse old tools. I could not help wondering if it would be cheaper and easier just to buy a tool holder instead of using a pallet to make one. I guess for Americans like myself, this is the simple (and lazy) approach. But for the English, buying everything would take out the excitement and connection with the task. As noted in Fox’s book, DIY tasks give their home a sense of identity versus buying it off of Amazon, like I do every week. I guess to the English I am “basic.”
The English also like to keep the location of their home rather secretive, which Jack and I learned the hard way. The Saturday of the Wireless Music festival I left my keys and Gray’s keys in the backseat of an Uber (not my brightest moment). After calling the Uber driver several times, I finally was able to get an address of his “workplace” where I could go and pick up the keys. Jack accompanied me to pick them up on Monday. We had an Uber drop us off right outside of his workplace, but we found out once the Uber drove away that the side of the road we were on only was even numbered buildings. In order to get to the odd numbered buildings, we had to walk all the way across Finsbury Park. Thirty minutes later, we were outside the rather sketchy “workplace.” The moral of this long-winded story is that it is easier said than done to find the English’s addresses. Real talk, though thanks Shahu for not using our keys to rob us. You’re the real MVP.