Brunette - "Oi ! when you've finished sglurping your breakfast, the bulb in the kitchen has blown again!"
Me - (cheerily) "Yes dear! just coming!" and as an after-thought "what wattage would that be dearest?"
Brunette - "You tryin to be funny!!??"
Me - (hesitantly) "umm, probably, umm dearest"
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Anyway, I went to change the light bulb whereupon the light fitting just crumbled and broke in my hands. We needed a replacement light fitting for the kitchen. Cor a technical job I could really get into. I went out and bought a sparkly new chromed fitting from ye olde DIYe shoppe.
Wobbling on the kitchen three legged stool and on attempting to fit the fitting, I immediately noticed two things.
1) The wires coming down from the ceiling did not include an Earth - essential for this type of fitting.
2) The wire protruding from the ceiling was of the old 'rubber' type and the insulation was crumbling away.
We needed new wire ..This job was getting bigger very quickly. I may have to don my brown workshop coat and tape a pencil behind my ear - should impress them down at the hardware shoppe.
Upstairs in the box room, I merrily pulled up the carpet to reveal the floorboards which needed removing to allow me to replace the wiring. This then also revealed another problem.
1) The boards were crumbly and riddled with woodworm.
I scuttled back to the ‘olde hardware shoppe’ with tape measure in hand to purchase a tin of their finest 14 Star Wood Worm Treatment. At the same time I impressed myself by purchasing some lengths of replacement floor boarding and a reel of twin and earth.
I could tell there had been some DIY in this area before – aha! A rare chance to study someone else’s DIY techniques without them noticing me watching from the bushes. Under the floor boards should have been an albeit dark and dusty – space. Yes, space was missing. I had the dark and dusty but I was somehow missing the ‘space’ bit. It was full of old bits of copper 15mm & 22mm pipe, cut wires, broken terminal blocks, bits of brick, plaster and chunks of general masonry, spent matches, old floor-board nails, half of a workman’s cap (left side), a screw driver (large flat bladed) and a house number plaque for No.27 ! (we live at No. 32 so this was particularly worrying). Finally, there was the handle from a china t-cup. I rubbed my hands together – at least my DIY will be better than the last bloke I thought and hopped around the room on one leg (the other had gone to sleep seven minutes previously). I removed all the affected wood and carted it down stairs to the dust bin, dispersing infected wood dust around the house to ensure years of DIY pleasure for decades to come. I retrieved my workshop hoover from the shed and set about reclaiming the spaces between the joists then shut the door on the dust until the morning.
I sploshed the 14 Star Wood Worm Treatment around the area and, whilst it all soaked into the wood, read the instructions on the tin
"Keep away from cables and wiring"
"do not replace carpets for 6-8 weeks"
"Highly flammable - keep away from sparks and live wires"
"not suitable for wood"
"do not liberally splosh about the place"
yada
yada
I beetled down stairs and removed the relevant fuse (clearly pencilled “smorl bedrume”), from the Bakelite fuse-box on the wall, after, of course, first removing three tonnes of junk from in front of the afore mentioned.
Down in the sitting room the telly went off. We were bathed in silence for a short yet metric second …
"Hey! mum! the telly has gone off!" shouted the eight year old from the sitting room. I thought ... "Coo that boy’s bright – he’ll go a long way he will." Then called “Oops, wrong fuse”. I replaced that one and as none proclaimed to be for kitchen lights, removed the one marked "Dawn Stares Sokits". Prayers went out to the Mr Previous Owner - Hey presto, the box room light went out. Off I went again, up the ever lengthening stairs. I stopped and thought - Ah yes of course - although I'm working in the box-room (upstairs), the light fitting is the kitchen fitting (downstairs) - simple but deadly mistake. I'd better check and label those fuses - one flat Monday.
I examined the fittings for the light switch in the space under the floor boards and below in the kitchen - the two screws normally firmly twisted into a beam or some such were actually just poking through one of the lathes (yep lathe and plaster ceiling below). These were then prevented from disappearing into the kitchen by having a piece of wire wrapped around the two threaded screws.
After a rummage in my “Battleship Blue” shed I found just the piece of wood I needed. Pine I think, or maybe Leylandii or Horse Chestnut. Up to the box room and a short while sawing, planing and sanding later I fitted the best looking noggin you've ever seen. It fitted in all the right places, it had clean sleek lines and crisp edges. I’d waxed it as well so whom ever came after me could see the sheer quality of the DIY that I could do. Unfortunately while I was doing this, the pull-cord switch fell from the ceiling below and shattered into small fragments on the cold, hard kitchen floor. This then elicited a barrage of loud calling from below as the Brunette was mixing a practice batch of Yorkshire Pudding at the time and the shock of the crashing light switch caused her to have a sudden movement (momentous occasion) and consequently the batter mixture sprayed liberally around four walls and the Brunettes best Sunday outfit (its a Saturday).
Once I'd cleaned the kitchen, (it somehow became my job as the Brunette had to sit down and recover) I returned to the box room, gathered my tape measure, attached it to my trouser belt and popped out to the olde DIY shoppe once again - this time for a new light switch. As a rule, I’ve always found it best to visit the DIY shoppe looking as though I know what I’m doing, (hence the tape-measure) otherwise I get palmed off with something I don’t want and then have to find another shoppe to get what I really wanted in the first place, as I’m then too embarrassed to go back to the original shoppe to exchange the wrong thing for the right thing.
So, back up to the box room. Then down again to the kitchen – “up down up down up down like a whores drawers!” “What’s that?” “Nothing dearest, just up and down stairs a lot, that’s all”. I screw the new light switch through the ceiling and into my smart looking ‘noggin’. Beautiful! Both screws ‘do-up’ tightly. I trundle back up to have a look.
Back in the box room, something in the floor space sparks – “Woah!!” I jump back and fly down stairs – the fuse is not on the ironing board where I left it! “Err, Brunette?” I call tentatively, “Do you know where the fuse is that I left on the ironing board?” “Oh I put it back in the fuse box – I thought you’d finished with it” My mind wanders back to just the other evening. The Brunette was asking about my life insurance … I remove the fuse once again and place it carefully in my pocket.
Wires get replaced with proper 5A ‘twin & earth’, fittings get installed, dust and debris get brushed and vacuumed and all works wonderfully. Hoorah! The stairs light hasn't flickered since either, which is just a little strange. I cut the floor boards and screw them down – I don’t like using nails as I know I’ll only have to pull them out again and it’s always much easier when the boards are screwed down. Measure twice – cut once. Measure twice – cut once. Measure twice – cut once.
Basking in my success with the noggin, I examine the step down into the box room – turn of the century terraces have strange configurations sometimes - there really ought to be two steps as opposed to the one glopping great cliff in place at the moment. I mentally plan re-fitting the step and making two smaller ones to replace the one large step. “It’ll be a doddle love and it will be easier for you when carrying the baby” Brunette looks at me with that knowing but doubtful look of hers. “Why don’t we sit in front of the TV tonight and share a pot of ‘half-baked’?” she says, her steely look softening. I'm already thinking about replacing the shower unit and I spend the remainder of the day replacing my tools into their proper marked places in my shed and checking my stock of plumbing bits and pieces for next weekend - it shouldn't take long surely... just remove the old shower and put a new one in its place ... surely ...
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