The old man across the street from our last house was a shop fitter. He’d done two noteworthy bits of work to his own home. Firstly – and appropriate to this thread – he’d done his own kitchen up, shopfitter style, ie with a metal frame and boards on this frame. The frame was live.
Secondly he’d built a two brick deep and two brick high ‘wall’ across the end of his driveway, in front of his bay window. A year or two before we’d moved in he was coming home drunk from the pub one night (as per usual) and smashed his car into the front of his house. He vowed it would never happen again and took steps to make it so!
When he died, his son found a note stuck to one of his many bin bags full of golf balls (his hobby was collecting them) asking that they be given to me! I’ve given most away now, but still have a few hundred (balls, not bags full of balls) in the garage…