Whenever he gets bored he’ll find something around the house that, in his mind, needs “fixing” and proceed to hammer, drill, saw, glue, chainsaw, screw, weld, flame, carve, sandpaper and lumberjack-hack the goddamn thing until… well, until it’s in a state where it actually needs “re-fixing”, after effectively having broken it, so that he has something legit to do the next time ‘round he gets bored. I call it Bob-the-Builder syndrome.
Sure, this is his house and he can do whatever the hell he wants but all this racket he’s making could fucking phone ET home.
