Jen occasionally suggests that I should go on a plastering course. I think the general idea is that I would then be able to plaster the house. A useful skill, I suppose, but I can't help feeling that it would be far less hassle if we just paid a professional plasterer to do the work. I think Jen must secretly agree, because, in recent years, we have indeed, on more than one occasion, paid a professional plasterer to do such work.
I'd far rather learn woodwork. But there's a problem with that too: Jen wants to learn woodwork for herself, and she's damned if I'm going to cramp her style.
Which leaves me with the one handicraft I have always had a secret hankering to try, ever since I saw a documentary about it on the telly in the 1980s: book-binding.
Who knows? Perhaps, one day, when I'm retired, I'll send myself on a book-binding course, and end up doing something as utterly wonderful as this:
(No, I don't think it's very likely either.)