I've got a mate back home who absolutely despises his Mrs. Spends every waking moment they could/should be together in his workshop in the garden. He has £££ of equipment he pilfered from his day job of being an engineering teacher at a 6th form college. He has some say over the budget so he orders new kit and takes the old stuff home, metal presses, welding machines, cutting gear etc. Very talented guy making all sorts of stuff. I go round there every Saturday when I'm in the UK and we neck some beer, listen to tunes and chew the fat. If his Mrs approaches he just starts banging and bashing stuff to make it look like he's busy.