The last few years, I, Jenny, have been the one to put new strings on Steve's Bouzoukis. Not because Steve is lazy (he would be the last person I think of as lazy), but for health reasons: Steve always ends up bleeding from hands, fingers and arms from the nasty little sharp metal needle-like ends of the new strings. Somehow, I am totally unharmed after re-stringing both babies.
It must be a harpplayer's thing and, you know, I actually enjoy this fiddly task. It beats putting 34 strings (including making knots in the ends of the carbon fibre ones) on a harp, believe me.
Do you have a picture of you doing some much-needed instrument maintenance? Show me!

Greenthings and bright strings,
Jenny