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  • Getting it out of my chest

    So, lack of success has been plaguing me the last week or so. The sink still leaks, or I assume it does. I may have to resort to a whole different bodge to get it to seal. Granted, sealing a 1930s sink is a bit more of an art, probably intended to involve lead plumbing, but my attempts have proven to be less successful than I’d hoped.

    Similarly, our trip to Cornwall to revive the Volvo was a failure. Well, semi-failure. I’ve not been able to find my 6-sided socket set for a while, and resorted to using my dad’s 12 sided set when I went down. This proved to be a mistake, because when we got down there I ended up rounding off the 17mm caliper retaining bolts (with the impact driver) and destroying my 17mm spanner (it’s now about an 18mm spanner with some gouges out of it). Granted it’s a Blackspur tool I bought, as part of a roll of spanners, for a very low price from Bristol Tools a long time ago. But the caliper bolts wouldn’t shift, and in the end I resorted to ringing a recovery firm to take the car to a local garage (none of the local garages seem to do recovery) who’ve fitted the new leg. So I’ll be back down in Cornwall on Tuesday retrieving the car.

    I’ve also failed to stay well! I had a bit of a sore throat when we were down in Cornwall (in the diagonal rain), and by Wednesday (strike day) it’d turned into a real cold. I downed some Day Nurse so I could go march…

    …Now, there seems to be some discussion about the fact that Public Sector pensions are better than private sector ones, which is possibly true. And that we should be glad to work later and pay more (although I find the idea of me being in my late 60s and performing CPR hilarious, given my family history of osteoporosis, I’d probably break something). I’m not quite sure I get this argument though. It seems to speak to the worst sort of childish jealousy. What you’ve got is better than what I’ve got therefore you should get less. Made more frustrating by the fact that government’s own report concluded that the public pension scheme was sustainable until 2031 (which is, as I understand it, as far as it went), and would cost the government no more than it does now as a percentage of GDP (also, the NHS pension scheme gave the government 2 billion pounds in extra takings. That’s 2 billion given to the government, not to people on NHS pensions because of the way the scheme works).

    So, why not instead start talking about how the private sector really should be doing better by its staff?

    The phrase ‘race to the bottom’ has been said many times, and seems terribly apt. As Cameron/Cronies say that we should relax labour laws so we can compete with China and the like, I wonder what, exactly the future they envisage looks like. Having chucked planning laws, and protection for areas of beauty in the bin, the images that appear in my head are of the areas where vast private companies have been allowed to exercise their ethical principles in the protection of the environment.

    And I find it deeply depressing.

    As I marched through Bath, the walls seemed to speak to me. I felt like I could hear the poor and the sick in the workhouse. The city is so close to its history, and all that progress that we’ve made towards a more civilised society? All that feels more and more at risk.

  • Getting it off my chest (again)

    Anyone who has the misfortune to be near me when I’m doing research or who follows my twitter stream (@pyoor) will probably have encountered my rants about doing literature searches and finding papers.

    Essentially, it boils down to this. It doesn’t work very well.

    For those of you who’ve not had the joy of searching the literature (by which I mean the miriad journals of medicine) there are several (many) databases, all of which contain a subset of the available journals which you might want to examine.

    If you are conducting any kind of proper literature search then you have to search multiple databases to attempt to ensure you’re getting all of the available data on any given subject.

    Each database is subtly finicky and requires it’s own version of what you’re searching for to make sure you’re actually searching for what you want, and not say, topics that are distantly related to what you want. Or missing great chunks of what you want because it wants a different wildcard after the search term so you get words including that term.

    Then you have to narrow each search individually to, say, human studies, or studies done in the last five years.

    Then it gets really fun.

    See, some journals have their text available online. Some don’t. For this bit of my course, essentially if it’s not online I can’t see it, because the time it takes to get a paper (minimum of days if it’s not in my work library) in dead tree form means it’ll arrive after I’ve finished trying to answer the question. However if it is online, the excitement just continues.

    You might think I’d click ‘full text’ and lo, there it would be.

    Ha.

    Ha ha.

    Ha ha ha.

    No.

    No, what happens is this:

    Click ‘full text’. Oh, not held by my uni’s library.
    Go back to database. Click on find full text, follow succession of links. Oh, only available to buy online.
    Find journal on site. Oh, that’s a Science Direct, or Ovid, or Whateversville journal. Attempt a further login (“institutional login”) and find that…no, it’s not available.
    Check if it’s on the list of journals which the university individually provide access for, which aren’t accessible through the access federation (an organisation which provides access to lots of journals) – it’s usually not because it’s quite a small list.
    Pause, search Google. Find that…no, it’s not available.
    Log in to Athens, which is what the NHS uses to provide full text access to journals.
    Find link to journal.
    Find that I don’t have access to this particular journal through the NHS either.
    Swear.

    Repeat for next article.

    Each time it takes me minutes of searching, sometimes, at some point in the process I find success. Sometimes it’s been republished on an author’s site as a handy, free, usable PDF.

    At every stage though it’s frustrating. Really, truly, this should be a three step process.
    Search. Select. Read.

    Search should search all the available databases, and should exclude multiple results for the same article (always hilarious). And should do so from one place.
    Select should allow me to see, in one place all the articles I have access to under every login that I have. My uni provide logins for things like ‘The Lancet’ which aren’t available thorough my databases and which aren’t provided thorough the federation. It’s a complete pain in the arse to have to go and get the password and username for these each time.
    Read should be just that.

    And then I could spend my time swearing about the poor quality of most papers, as opposed to swearing about not being able to find them.

  • A Happy Thanksgiving

    So, yesterday we celebrated (slightly belatedly) Thanksgiving. And it rocked. While, as we put it gently, the history of Thanksgiving’s a bit…well…dubious. The whole family friends gathering / giving thanks for what you’ve got / etc idea is something I rather like. And Sweet Potato Casserole rocks my little world.

    So the menu was pretty much as given, our kitchen got an awesome workout – I must admit to getting a bit stressed as dinner got later and later , the pop-out thermostat on the turkey had failed and I was waiting and waiting. Eventually we gave up and stabbed it with a knife, the juices ran clear and declared it done. Our kitchen did look like a disaster area afterwards though!

    And getting everyone around the tables was somewhat of a challenge, something like tetris, but with a bit of shuffling we managed to get people around the table and dinner was – happily – served :)

    But perhaps the best thing was seeing our friends we’ve not seen for a very long time, and chilling out afterwards talking :)

    So Yay for Thanksgiving. But only once a year eh.

  • 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.
    (Clicky for annotations)

    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:

  • Just a brief kitchenalia comment

    So, the project over the next two weeks is to complete the kitchen/dining space. At the same time as doing my MSc. I’m not very good at balancing these things, and may have to switch around to ‘MSc first then do stuff on kitchen’. Mainly because I’m knackered come the evening when I settle down on the sofa to do my MSc. Today I’ve brought coffee.

    However, there has been progress. I’ve levelled the base units (although the one I thought I’d finally fitted I’m now thinking could do with a smidge more adjustment).

    Base unit leveling

    I’ve also painted the bit visible between the cabinets and the cooker…. Irritatingly I was about 1/4″ out on the right, and it was just under the outlet for the cooker that I missed thinking it’d be hidden by the cooker, but it isn’t. Still, took two minutes with a brush.

    The dining space is now blue and white. The blue is not a colour that either Kathryn or I love, it’s nice enough, but it doesn’t go perfectly with the Orange at the far end of the room. However, having stood debating kitchen colours, only able to find colours that weren’t available as kitchen paint that we got remotely excited about, we found this paint on special offer at better than half price. Suddenly, we fancied this blue…

    Anyway, I’m deeply overjoyed with the painted brick industrial-style look. Let’s say that it speaks to the heritage of the area, linking the site’s manufacturing history to its current domestic use. Or something :)

    Blue!

    I’ve also been routing out access panels in the back of the cupboards. This was going to be done by our cabinet maker, but he was pushed for time, and if they didn’t get installed today then, well, things start to get very tight because Kathryn’s mom’s here in 3 weeks. And there’s currently no floor in the dining area. Anyhow, having explained ‘how he would do it’ (which was actually very helpful) and lent us his ‘palm router’ (which isn’t palm sized, really, but is very, very nice). I followed instructions and made a couple of very nice holes.

    Routed hole

    Anyhow, also in the news, we now own an ancient (but not here yet) NuTools drill press, a similarly old Naerok Table Saw (also not here yet), some corner clamps, some sash clamps, a very nice Makita jigsaw (and associated 110V powersupply). Can I just say that the Makita is probably one of the loveliest tools I own. Also, my drill is beginning to sound a bit tired, I’m hoping it will last out this process, but have known B&D drills to eat bearings occasionally.

    Oh, and I don’t intend to use Instagram to post pictures from now on, it’s just they were conveniently uploaded :)