But I have to remount a towel rack which I leaned on while lifting myself up in the smallest room in the house, and tore out of the drywall.
I couldn't find the little yellow doodads which allow the thingamabob to be screwed in, so I had to go to Canadian Tire. Discovering that they weren't called doodads but plastic anchors (or ancrage en plastique, dans la langue de Molière) although I am quite sure they didn't make aristocratic palaces from gyprock.
I bought a pack of varying sizes and colours so that I can shove the largest one which will go in the pre-existing hole, rather than doing the job in the fashion Mike Holmes would.
But for sure I am not doing the job tonight -- many other things precede, and if the towel rack could wait several months, as it has, it can wait till tomorrow. But I have to make sure I put the pack of doodads I bought where I remember I put them, unlike the last pack. So it is all a matter of remembering where i will have put the
Spoiler
anchors away, my friends, anchors away.