Category: General

  • Slight downer

    So, the sink waste I fitted leaks. Badly. Like laughably badly. Insanely so. I’m waiting for it to dry out so I can endeavour to fix it tomorrow, but really? I’ve never quite understood how to get them to seal well. I follow the instructions, I have my little bit of plumber’s mate, and it always looks like it’ll work. Then I let water into the mix and suddenly I’m faced with a massive puddle. Still, I’ll have another go tomorrow and it’ll work then, won’t it :)

    On the plus side there’s now only a monitor, 5 boxes and a suitcase to move out of the lounge before Saturday. And a few boxes in the corridor. And you can see most of the dining table…

    Also, we have a massive turkey* in our fridge (and two pheasants), rather a lot of sausages, 6 rashers of bacon… in fact our fridge is full. Really full:

    Thanksgiving plus British fridge equals capacity issues.
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    Made slightly worse by the fact there’s more to come. Just eggs, I think, that are required to fit in the fridge. But still, fitting any more in there is going to be challenging.

    Still. THANKSGIVING! Yay!

    * By our standards. By proper thankgivingites standards? Probably not so much.

  • I know, I suck at updating

    So. Yes. Update.

    I’ve mainly been on nights, y’see. And Kathryn’s mom was here (which was lovely, I wish it could have been longer – it went far too quickly). And yeah. So. There has been progress.

    The worksurfaces went in* and I started the tiling around the worksurface to provide a splashback. This was done by chopping our floor tiles roughly in half (not quite, because asthetically we liked approximately 3/8ths of a tile). As I pootled through the (many) tiles required, I thought:

    “Gosh, for a cheap tilecutter** this has done pretty well, just a few more tiles and then the bathroom and it’ll all be done”

    One can, if one isn’t me, see what happened next. Literally, next. Literally the next tile. Part way through the tile, the power tripped. Hrm, I thought, and wandered out clicked it back on, vaguely wondering what had tripped it (since it only previously occurred when we’re using the iron, and even then, not that often). I sat down in front of the tiler, switched it on again, and lo out came the magic (and acrid) smoke. I don’t think I’m overstating it to say I was a trifle upset.

    Having seen what was available, I headed back to B&Q to get essentially the same crappy tile cutter, which has got less good. In fact, the blade supplied was completely awful – so bad that the old blade from the old saw was better than the new one.

    Anyhow, many more tile cuts later and:

    Slightly less than half way...
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  • Quickie

    So, another day in the life post of renovation. When we started this project we had an unrealistic timescale, more because of initial difficulties getting a builder than any specific schedule issues; then expenses went a bit, well, I probably shouldn’t have built the garage… Which meant that we had to prep and paint the walls, which rather dramatically added to the time it’s taken to do the house; but honestly? I suspect our standards for the wall are somewhat higher than any builders would have been. The hours spent filling and sanding have really been worth it.

    Annnyhow. Between the MSc (although I’m really rather worried about passing this blog section – the time allotted for each section’s been so short and i’ve really no clue how to write at MSc level in a blog…) and working on the house it’s been slow but steady progress here.

    Kathryn’s still beavering away on the upstairs bedroom. We finally managed to find something of what we were after for he bookshelves / bedframe. This has been somewhat of a challenge. The original plan was to make shelves that’d disassemble into a bedframe; this plan was flawed in the amount of time it’d take and the amount of time it took me to source our workshop tools (more on that in a bit). In the end we settled on old orange boxes. My dad once used these to build a bookcase (still have it & use it, actually); so when Kathryn’s concerted online lookage located some we gave in and bought them. Hopefully they’ll do the job!

    Having spent most of the week plumbing or cutting the plinth boxes, we spent 7 (sodding) hours making the cabinets on one side of the room level. The floor, it turns out is dramatically off level; and the cabinets which are at either end of the room have a single span of worktop to go on them. Thus they need to be both horizontal and close enough to the same height as to work when the worktop is applied. Also, my tile laying is attractive and neat but still not level. The cabinets, it turns out, bespoke they may be, but the same size they are not. And the cabinets need small amounts of shimming to sit perfectly on the bases, otherwise they twist subtly and the doors become unlevel. So it was less simple than you might imagine. It involved an awful lot of offing and onning of the cabinets, which was easier on this side than it is on the side with the sink and macerator in. But that unit is level, just needs shimming, and everything else will have to damn well work around it, because I’ve plumbed in the macerator/pump. Also, obviously we don’t want to throw into stark contrast just how unlevel the floor actually is – so spent time discussing just how much of a massive gap there should be under the unit at the lowest point of the floor compared to the unit at the highest point (which is actually sat on its base, not its feet at the back of the unit to get it as low as possible).

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    In the end we settled on not quite perfect, but within a 5mm of where it should be – that drop is spread across about 80cm of dishwasher (which is also not level, but much lower than the worktop) in which area there is no unit. The idea being that that’s the only place we can hide the unlevel. The sink, obviously, is pretty much bang on level (after much effort) and so we couldn’t hide it behind that :-/

    It makes sense to us, but we’ll have to see what our illustrious cabinet maker says when he comes to measure up and fit the worksurface. It is, it must be said however, the pretty.

    I’m also very fond of our salvaged art-classroom sink:

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    It may be battered, and the inside’s a bit scraped up (and still needs a lot more scrubbing) but it’s such a nice shape. Unfortunately, the waste on it (a) doesn’t have an overflow hole and (b) leaks, which isn’t surprising but I will have to cut it off with the dremel to replace it, which is a bit tedious. I had hoped (at least in the short-to-medium-term to get away without replacing it). I can also say that it was with deep joy that the dishwasher was plumbed in* and has now produced plates that are free of grit. Not that the plates we washed weren’t free of grit, it’s just neither of us could really face the uphill struggle of washing all the plates we own – at least, not until we had a functioning sink. And whilst they might get dusty again, you can cram most of the plates into one dishwasher load so having them all clean again now is quite a pleasure.

    That, however, is pretty much all I’ve done. I’ve tiled the floor, which now needs washing & sealing today and then grouting tomorrow (lucky me!). I need to do that because the edges of the tiles have started to crumble a bit again. We bought a lampshade for the dining space, which I put up yesterday. It’s a 1930’s industrial enamel shade; and whilst the colour doesn’t exactly match the room, the shape is perfect, and I love it all the same :)

    We still, however, haven’t found an answer for the kitchen lighting.

    We’re considering kilner (aka mason) jars with energy savers in on a bit of painted wood. Yes, I know. It’s been done. We’re stealing ideas. Yes, yes, shush. It’s cheap and we’ve not yet found a solution we like, so it might be worth trying.

    In other news, I spent yesterday unbending our battered tablesaw which arrived after a fight with the courier. Having heaved the (heavy) object down to the garage with Kathryn I spent about an hour getting the point where the legs attach to the frame bent back enough that it’d fit together and fitting it together. I also attempted to glue the little height adjusty handle back together, but I fear that really needs replacing**.

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    Hopefully we’ll be getting a refund of shipping and some money off the saw. It’s nice though, and it does work. I’ve not quite got the guard adjusted right, and I’m way out of practice with table saws… and let’s be honest, the last time I used one was 20 years ago (scary thought) in woodwork in secondary school. And that wasn’t a toy dinky tablesaw like this one, that was a massive piece of woodcutting machinery.

    I also spent some time toying with the drill press. I had hoped to use it to make the shelves for the lounge, but neglected to take account of the length of the drillbit (duh) when calculating the minimum height required. As with the tablesaw it’s had a pretty hard life, and the Jacob’s chuck is very sticky (I think I might need to whip it off, clean it and lubricate bits of it). It’s also missing the switchplate, so you have to switch it on and off at the plug, or as I ended up doing by pulling the plug out (because I have it on an extension lead. That’s less than ideal, so I shall have to find a little piece of metal and make up a new switchplate for it, and find a new switch, at some point. But at any rate, it’ll hopefully do for building the shelves, if not then we can flog it again :)

    It’s rather nice having the stuff down there, but I need to spend some time (probably with Kathryn or the help of a friend) sorting it all out once the house stuff’s out of there, because at the moment it’s quite irritatingly disorganised.

    And finally yesterday, I took Miss M Lane (which I think might be the bike’s name) out for a little spin. No, not the motorbike (no, I know, I’m bad for still not having sorted her), but the pushbike:

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    It wasn’t much of a spin, really. About half a mile, really, in total. Not because I wanted to only go half a mile, but let’s just remind you about my lovely BSA:

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    It is still running on ‘War Grade’ tyres, and possibly ‘War Grade’ innertubes & It needs new brake shoes. So the intention wasn’t to go far anyway… unfortunately, having made it across the vicious stones at the back of our house, and both up and down the street, I made it to a little distance along the river before hearing ‘quite a loud’ bang followed by sudden deflation of the rear tyre.

    The main purpose of the ride was to discover what needs doing, and what needs doing is:

    The 3 speed changer needs looking at. It has more than one speed, but seems to change between them fairly much at it’s own discretion, and I’m not sure if it was jumping teeth.
    The brakes quite definitely need doing (the front brake is laughable, even with adjusting it).
    It does, indeed, need new tyres (sadly) and new innertubes (especially because one now has a massive hole in it).

    On the plus side, she’s really a rather lovely bike:

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    ** And it’s at this moment that we realise that John having a bandsaw on which he can cut a nice circle is a very, very handy thing indeed :)

  • Knackered but there’s been progress

    So, the plan for today was to nip out, have a hair cut, grab some wine boxes, head home and tile.

    It didn’t quite work exactly like that.

    I woke up at 5:30 (having gone to bed after midnight) and thought ‘oh, I’m not asleep anymore’. I stayed not asleep for an hour before deciding that I was bored, and there was tiling that needs doing, so I might as well get up.

    I got up and started tiling.

    Kathryn got up at the prescribed time, and I delayed things by not being quite in a position to stop and have breakfast. We made it to the haircut with minutes to spare – although they were running a bit behind anyhow. Then we went to get crates. The place we’d seen them before was, well, shut. It says outside ‘Open Saturday 10-1’, but this week inexplicably it had a piece of paper taped over the sign and was very not open.

    So I commenced Plan B. I heard that CostCo used to give away wine crates. Having dropped Kathryn at work (and paused for lunch together :) ) I headed to… meet with friends who happened to be going to CostCo. We then all went to CostCo together – and I came back with enough toilet roll that should there suddenly be a national shortage we’ll be good for a few months. Also enough tinned tomato that we won’t need any of that for a good long time either. And more shampoo that you can shake a short-spiky-haired stick at.

    But no wine crates. The lowly lacky I asked about it looked confused and said ‘Uh, I don’t know, you need to speak to a manager….I have no idea where the manager is…. could you ring on a quieter day?’. I’m thinking ringing tomorrow early might work, before the rush.

    Then I headed home and spent an entertaining hour persuading the shelf into the cabinet with the macerator in it. It turns out it is ‘quite a tight fit’, and having carefully trimmed bits to fit I have come to the conclusion that I don’t wish to remove it. Ever.

    I also trimmed the corner cabinet base, however there is a small problem in that the corner cabinet sits on the edge of the skirting. ‘m quite tempted to get the stanley blade and just eeek out a tiny sliver from the skirting, rather than trying to trim the cabinet.

    Finally, I tiled some more.

    And some more.

    And lo:

    Tiles

  • Sucky teeth noises

    So, outside of attempting to ‘do’ the kitchen and my exciting and exotic literature search (Combine: ‘organ’ and ‘donation’ AND (‘premortem’ OR ‘antemortem’ OR ‘perimortem’) to hopefully yield useful results on treatment of people going for organ donation after an imminent death), I’ve been thinking about the ‘EntMac’.

    Yes, this is a faintly computercentric post, so all those not after computercentricity look away now…

    Essentially, the EntMac is going to run Ubuntu Linux. At least that’s the plan. What’s also ‘the plan’ is that it will run it using the 802.11b/g card in the machine as a bridge-type-affair (hopefully just about extending wireless to the garage). Originally I was intending to move the Router out there, but actually it’s probably better, if the linux box will let me do what I want, making it a bridge or a network extender would be, well, good. The problem with that is it’s not something I instantly know how to do, and thus comes under the ‘needs time’ problem. Still, that can be a longer term issue, because once it’s connected to the wired network I can at least access it from inside the house.

    Which is important, because while the warm and potentially sometimes damp laundry room is no doubt not the ideal location for it, it is out of the way, heated (albeit minimally) and usually dry. It means I don’t have to have whirring server fans in the lounge*. The one teeny tiny inconvenience is that because the EntMac has decided that it doesn’t want to connect to the new router (for reasons that escape me, since the password’s the same, the network name’s the same, the IP block is the same, it’s set to DHCP, etc, etc. I can’t think of any reason why it now can’t connect) I need this to happen a bit more rapidly, because the laptop isn’t over endowed with space, and I was just thinking of moving some files onto the EntMac to clear some space off here. Only I can’t now. Because it won’t talk to the router**. And I can’t troubleshoot it because, well, I don’t have a monitor. Although I did locate the keyboard (well, a keyboard). And the trackball. So when I find a CD-R on which to burn Ubuntu*** and scrounge the monitor off John (which will be a ridiculously big monitor for a computer in a cupboard, but free is free :) ) I can install it. The batteries even claim they’re charging (unlike my sad little UniRoss ones which came out of the remote. They definitely don’t want to charge :( ).

    Anyhow. So that’s that.

    As a third side point, I’m trying Serviio. Anyone had any luck with it? For reasons I’m yet to understand it sat with nothing served (apart from empty directories) then suddenly had the music shared. But no video. I’m trying to work out if it’s just building a library and it’s taking a long time… or if it’s something else I need to fiddle with.

    * Of course, we now have whirring fans in the kitchen (because the heaters in the kitchen are fanned), and at the moment, since the heating’s lacking radiators in the lounge and only 50% installed in the kitchen, well, it’s pretty much on continuously when the heating’s on.
    ** And for obscure reasons known only to it, the wired connection isn’t working either.
    *** Irritatingly I saw one a few days ago and thought ‘Ah, a CD-R. That’ll be handy for when I want to do the Mac’. Now I have no idea where that was.

  • A message for James

    Here, James, have you changed your mobile number / do you still check Facebook? Only we were wondering if you wanted to come for Thanksgiving…

    Also, you might already know Girls Love Shoes, but if not, you might like them:

  • 26 hours and counting

    Yes, it’s time for the traditional trying to stay awake coming off nights ramble. I’ve now been awake for 26 hours (approx) and am really, really tired. Having finished a fairly busy shift (the beginning was really busy), been told I’m racist (against one specific white person) and sat in a very long queue to get home, I painted the top foot of the brick (deplastered) wall, the idea being that when we got back from “errands” I’d put another coat on. That….didn’t happen.

    Then we breakfasted, collected our 110V power supply (carrying it rather further than we needed to, having parked somewhere quite close while I got cash out…). Those yellow 110V building site supplies? They’re actually fucking heavy. Just so as you know.

    Well, okay, not fucking heavy. They’re quite heavy and difficult to carry, at least, when you’re not willing to essentially hug it because you’re wearing clean and wholly inappropriate clothing. Then we went…err.. oh yes, in search of crates. If anyone has good suggestions for obtaining 8 or 9 wine crates in Bristol for little money we’d be grateful – although we have one lead. Today’s attempt to get them was unsuccessful, it seems that the place we looked is only open on Saturdays. Then we headed to Gloucester Road for our weekly shop… and a visit to Coffee Number One. Yay!

    Empty coffee cup

    Yet more of a jaunt over to the (pricey) reclamation place, who wanted £140 for the slab of ex-snooker-table slate we were thinking of making into a table. I say ‘were thinking’ because not only is the cost somewhat prohibative, but they’ve also sold, I think, the thinner ones we saw last time we were there which would probably have been okay. The actual pool table ones that are there at the moment, I don’t think we could lift – and given that we’ve no longer got the circular saw (thanks thieves, hope you get caught), would need to pay someone to cut it (probably we’d need to anyway, to get a decent line) which would put the price up even more. Which is a shame. But given it’s weight it’d probably drop through the floor anyhow.

    So we’re contemplating other table-top options. We have legs, just no top.

    Then we went to the woodyard and ordered the wood that will make up my desk. Woo!

    I am, now, waiting for the drill to arrive. Or indeed for confirmation of shipping. I’m also waiting for the jigsaw to arrive (or indeed confirmation of shipping).

    Finally we made it home, and footled one of the kitchen units roughly into position. It looks *lovely*. But it does require some planing at the back, and a little modification to allow it to clear the skirting… Tomorrow is to be a busy day. But now I’m going to take my sleep deprived self to the kitchen for food, and then I’m going to watch a film and go to bed.

  • Quickie

    New pulleys for table saws of unknown origin (but oldish) – easy to get? Where’d I get one from?

  • I don’t belieeeeve it.

    No, seriously. I don’t.

    Before we moved I’d very little experience with criminal activity*. When I was 14 someone broke into Rebecca’s garage and stole the tools** (but thankfully not Rebecca), and someone once broke into Nina (my old VW Golf) stealing nothing but permanently damaging the back door. And I suppose in Slough someone removed the scrap batteries from the drive at the front of the house, which is not surprising, but was faintly annoying.

    But since we’ve moved here we’ve had:
    – Greenhouse stolen from a property from which we were going to go and collect it.
    – Sofa collected by company who claim to still be trading but aren’t and have disappeared with our property – the owners have also disappeared and their premises have been repossessed (and were apparently empty when repossessed) thus making them very hard to trace. Still not sure what to do about that.
    – Break-in to our garage

    And today I found out that the table saw we’d bought (nice old 1960’s stanley bridges mini-beast) has been stolen from whence it was to be collected. This is upsetting for multiple reasons: it means that the cunning ‘two items collected on one collection fee’ trick may not work – I’m not quite sure what the courier company are going to say. They went there, and rang saying “the saw’s not there” apparently. The saw was very cheap for what it was – it needed a replacement power switch, which didn’t bother me, but did put off everyone else, it seems. And of course, now I need to find another alternative – and finding something of similarly good quality without paying a ridiculous price is going to be difficult.

    I’m vaguely contemplating that maybe we should mark up the stuff and rent a saw, because the crappy arse tools that I can afford in the table saw area are a world more crappy than the tools I can justify/afford in the smaller power tools area :(

    * I’m not counting here a certain Morris Minor company who’s activity I’d regard as criminal, but who get of scot free because the laws in this country are ridiculous.
    ** Something which makes me sad to this day, because my dad’d given me a set of tools that he’d had as a kid – and a massive new toolbox rammed full with nice spanners and socket sets, etc.

  • Night 5

    So, as you may or may not have gathered – radio silence has been more common of late thanks to university and house I suppose – I’m on nights. Night 5 of 8 tonight. Unfortunately, I got woken in that way which means I currently feel faintly dozy and all I want to do is curl up and sleep some more.

    There is, however, exciting news afoot. The electrics are now complete, which I think hits the awesome-cool state. And, more excitingly, the kitchen has (started to) arrive. It actually could all be here, it’s all ready, but it’s difficult for us to get it into the house, since there’s no storage in the house, so he’s generously offered to hold onto two(/three)* of the units for a little bit while we get the first two(/three) units in. This is made marginally more complex by the fact that we lent our jigsaw to my mum, who is in Cornwall. It’s a nasty cheap jigsaw anyway, so we’re going to have to get a replacement I fear. I’ve looked on the ‘bay, because a second hand really nice would would be better, I suspect, than a fairly basic bosch/black&decker or whatever’s kicking around.

    The problem with buying tools, I find, is that either I’d rather buy really really old ones (better quality) or find myself cursing the idea of buying new ones because we are planning to be in Canada where 240V tools will be useless. Ah well.

    I’m still trying to get a decent drill press**, or at least a semi-decent one. I may have to settle for the Ferm one, which I’m sure will be adequate, but isn’t as nice as getting something of ‘better’ quality. I nearly got a rather nice one, but was outbid by 2p. Anyhow. I best get ready for work, since they’re probably expecting me to turn up and all :)

    * It’s a cupboard and an L-shaped cupboard/shelf unit. The shelves are separate, but need to be screwed to the cupboard once installed, so I think he refers to them as 3 units, and we as 2.
    ** For other jobs, not kitchen related.