In my case, last Christmas I tore down a house (not the Ugliest House in California - we kept that one - but instead the spare house, with more right-angles, less beige and, crucially, no building permit.)
Gasp, by all means, but note two things:
1. It was made of wood, not stone or brick.
2. I didn't do it single-handed - there were six of us for one day, four of us for one day, and then two of us for the rest of the time. Even so, it was the heaviest, least rewarding, stinkiest (the carpets fermented in the rain) job I've ever done and I'm never doing it again.
You know that bit in Die Hard when Bruce is crawling along a duct, bleeding and filthy, and remembers his friend saying "Come out to the coast, we'll have a few laughs"? Well, that was me last Christmas, dressed in yellow raingear, shovelling wet sheetrock/plasterboard into a dumpster/skip and remembering the undergardener (but head shoveller) saying "come to California with me, live in the sunshine and eat lotus blossoms".
Here it is in photo-form. These are the Christmas pictures I took, in order, just as they came off the camera:
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