what are you writing about? I can barely follow any of that. I know there's a language barrier, but a hint, please?
Sorry, a typo doesn't help.
The deck, patio, verandah at our house expired, died, became dangerous, was rotten beyond safe use.
I'm too mean to pay someone to install a new one.
Foolishly, I decided to do it myself. I set aside a week for the oroject.
I've realised I have met my match. I'm at the outer limits of my skill set.
But like cycling when you realise that there's maybe a hill too many and possibly a few more clicks to home than you'd like; you just suck it up and get on with it.
My little ravings here are part of my therapy as I realise I have committed to a bigger project than I can comfortably complete.