My maternal grandfather was a carpenter. Every time I visited his atelier, welcomed by the sweet smell of sawdust, I was amazed by all his tools, from the huge and very dangerous table saws to the many different types of hammers, screwdrivers, etcetera.
Similarly, I remember looking at my father’s three-level portable toolbox and wondering about its several variations on pliers and wrenches and the many drill bits for wood and metal.
It would be logical to think that I have followed one path or the other, and that, as an adult, I have developed a fervent DIY passion and own lots of different tools. That’s not the case.