Category Archives: Les Guis

Tuesday 9 July 2013 – I WAS RATHER OVER-OPTIMISTIC …

… with this idea that I might be able to finish this wall today.

You can see that the smaller pipe that will be the aeration for the composting toilet, that’s in place, but there’s no sign of the larger one that will be about 6 feet above it, and I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to do it.

I’ve come up against a solid lump of ironstone and while I was able to drill over half of the wall thickness, I didn’t even make 10cms today.

This lump has a triangular point that is sticking out right into the path of the core drill and the inside of the core drill has grounded out against it.

I’ve drilled all round it with a long SDS drill and I’ve been pounding away at the triangular lump with an SDS chisel and point, but the hole is too deep to do much good and the triangular point is stopping the chisel and point from having a good grasp of the rock.

What I can see me having to do is to grind off part of an angle-grinding disc so that it will fit down the hole, and I’ll have to see if that might do anything. It was really frustrating, I can tell you.

Of course you might be wondering why I don’t go in from the outside.

I must admit that at one time I was ‘arbouring thoughts about that but with not having a small arbour any more, I need to stand off the wall about 1 metre.

With this enormously heavy and powerful SDS drill about 7 metres off the ground on a ladder, you can see that it’s not really possible.

But I had another good night’s sleep last night with the fan going all night for a second time (it was 27°C up here) and the much-maligned and totally underrated Percy Penguin put in a rare appearance in my dreams. My subconscious is clearly trying to tell me something. And awake before the alarm went off, I was all set for a good day’s work on the computer – at least until Rob came around.

But just look at this. Those of you will remember that my good friend Liz died in March 2009 and I bought some fruit trees to plant in her honour.

What with one thing and another though, they’ve remained stuck in the buckets in which I originally planted them and so they are pretty cramped, but one of them has actually produced a fruit.

How astonishing.

But what else?

Ahh yes! When I knocked off I had a look at the water filters and, as I expected, they were choked solid with muck and all kinds of things.

Anyway, the sandbag, the puzzolane and the stainless steel filter have been thoroughly rinsed and cleaned, and the fibreglass mesh has been replaced.

Now it passes water even better than I do, and that is saying something.

All I need now is some rain. But not until I’ve finished this blasted wall, please.

In other news, there’s talk of a furniture removal from Le Quartier up to Gateshead in the very near future. I can’t really spare the time but I would really enjoy the trip.

-5

Monday 8th July 2013 – LAST NIGHT WAS …

… so hot that it was well gone 02:00 and I still hadn’t been able to lie down. Over 25°C up here, it was.

And so I did something that I’ve only ever done once, I think, before.

That was to leave the inverter running all night and I dug out the mains desk-top fan and left that running on the “low” position all through the night.

On that position the fan makes just a gentle humming noise and I think that that rocked me gently off to sleep.

Up at the usual hour of 07:30 as well (although I didn’t feel much like it) and after breakfast I carried on with the website for at least … ohhhh … half an hour, before the first interruption of the day.

Despite having his internet fixed on Friday morning, it’s gone down again so Rob was looking for the use of my cable for half an hour or so…

Ohh yes – who’s next? Yes, there’s this local Reactionary rag called the Trou des Combrailles – the local hippies and activists feuding within its pages.

They are doing an article on wind turbines and they want to feature something about me in it, so someone was sent to interview me.

Apparently they are against wind turbines because they “look ugly”, so I asked the reporter chappy if he would rather have a nuclear power station or a coal-fired generating plant up there on the brow of the hill,

However, in common with most NIMBYs (and these environmentalists are no different that anyone else) they would rather have their electricity from a nuclear power plant next to someone else’s back yard rather than something ecologically and environmentally-friendly near to them.

Eventually I managed to attack the shower room wall seeing as how we had some kind of good clear weather.

And after much anguish looking for my other arbour (which I eventually found) it was all systems go.

The hole that I started is now finished off, with the pipe cemented in place and with the outer filter fitted.

It just needs to be cut to length though on the inside of the wall and so I’ll do that when the plasterboard is in place.

As for the second hole, well…

The long arbour and the huge core drill are so heavy that I couldn’t lift the SDS drill. How I wish I had a small arbour!

There is one but that’s for an ordinary drill and so I tried that. The very small one is only a 10mm chuck but the other one is 13mm and that fitted, but I broke off the chuck key.

Tightening it up with a screwdriver didn’t work and so it was the SDS drill or nothing.

Of course, it’s a rubble wall on the interior and we collided straight away with a big lump of ironstone and that brought everything to a juddering halt.

But using the battery SDS drill with a 300mm (and then a 500mm) drill bit I spent a couple of hours breaking up the ironstone in situ and once that had been done I could attack it with the big SDS drill and the huge core drill.

By the time 19:00 came round and the power started to drop off (it IS 1400 watts, after all) I’d done well over half of the core drilling. And there was dust everywhere (and blood on my new wooden floor – drat!)

My hair was a real mess and so in the end I cut it all off and gave it a run over with the sheep shearer. After that I had a hair wash, a long chat with Marianne and another one with Cécile (her mum has had another fall and is now in hospital – a wise decision for Cecile to return).

Now I’m whacked and that is that.

Tomorrow I need to have another go with a standard SDS drill to break up some more of the rock in the wall and then, if nothing else goes wrong, finish off with the core drill.

If I can get all of that done I might have time to strip down the water filters and have a play with them.

-7

Sunday 7th July 2013 – YES, IT IS …

… Sunday today and, as is usual for a Sunday, I’ve done next-to badger-all.

I say “next to” of course because in my effort to bring order out of chaos I’ve tidied up the kitchen table and given it a scrub, and I’ve also tidied up around the floor a little.

That’s not too bad considering that it was 10:00 before I heaved myself out of my stinking pit.

Not quite as bad as last week when it was 11:00 but it’s still good enough.

And I’ve made a startling discovery – I’m running out of water.

I know that that might be hard to believe after the weather we’ve had this year but remember that it’s at least 6 months since I cleaned the filters.

The volume of water that’s been cascading down the roof and into the pipework could easily have disturbed stuff in the settling tank and blocked the filters.

I’ll have to have a good look at that and lean the filters – it’s either that or there’s a split in the tank.

And Cécile came round with some more of my stuff from her house.

After much deliberation, she’s arrived at the logical decision which I had been expecting her to make, and it’s what I would have done too in the circumstances so I can’t say that I blame her.

She’s put Ice Station Zebra up for sale and she’s moving out on Thursday to take care of her mother full time on the Ile d’Yeu.

I’m going round on Wednesday to rescue the rest of my stuff and take a pile of her rubbish down to the dechetterie, and that will be that.

I don’t know when we shall meet again, but it will probably be at Philippi.

-3

Saturday 6th July 2013 – DAMN AND BLAST!

I went to Commentry today to do my shopping – the first time for I don’t know how many months. And we had two of what can best be described as disasters.

Firstly, there’s a shop there called “Les Bonnes Affaires” – one of these surplus shops that sells overstocks, bankrupt stock and so on. I’ve bought … ohhh … tons of stuff from there and it’s all been useful too – something of a paradise for me.

But I won’t be buying anything from there ever again because there’s a notice on the door – “Fermeture Definitive 23 mars 2013” – yes, closed down for good over three months ago. That is definitely a disaster;

The second thing is not really a disaster – it’s more of a calamity.

Bricomarché has been selling a range of wood stoves and I’ve had my eye on one of them – it’s a wood-burner with oven and back boiler, exactly what I want for downstairs to heat, cook, and to boil the water for washing and heating.

Every time I’ve gone into the shop I’ve been eyeing this oven and thinking to myself “one day you will be mine”

But damn and blast!

Bricomarché has changed supplier and that type of model isn’t in the new range. Of course, Brain of Britain hasn’t made a note of the manufacturer and of course he asked the staff of the shop but none of them could (or would) remember who it was.

Now I’m well and truly snookered.

So after another exciting dream I was up and about in what was the most glorious morning of the year so far (and it held throughout the day too which was a complete surprise).

I didn’t do much in Commentry (there wasn’t much to do in all honesty) but I did go to Neris-les-Bains, the swimming pool was indeed open, and I had the best swim for absolutely ages.

I really felt the benefits of that too.

This evening I went round to Marianne’s. It’s been 6 months since Bill’s death and so a group of us had a little party and get-together in his memory.

She had found a bag with all of Bill’s drawings and paintings, and we were allowed to choose one each as a memory.

I have many paintings here, all painted by people who have flashed in and out of my life at one time or another, and I was pleased to add a small watercolour of a beach scene to my collection.

Now I’m nice and clean (for once) and so I’m going to treat myself to clean bedding tonight. That’s pushing the boat out rather far, isn’t it?

But I’ll be on my own tonight because Strawberry Moose has gone on a sleepover.

And the dream? Ohh yes, I forgot. I was working in a big office and I had a pile of folders on my desk with post in that needed to be dealt with. The post was put inside the files ready to be worked, but some of the cases were quite complicated and I had had a few sitting there for months and I hadn’t told anyone about them. I’d just learnt that I had been transferred to another office immediately, which meant that these cases had to be abandoned and would be inherited by another who would immediately identify my misdeeds and wouldn’t my name be mud? I was in something of an awful panic about this.

-7

Friday 5th July 2013 – IT’S POETS DAY TODAY

Yes – p … errr … ush off early, tomorrow’s Saturday and so I did knock off early too. Upstairs sitting in my room with a good book by … errr … 19:35.

This morning I had another couple of hours on the internet with the next instalments of web pages, with just a minor interruption from Rosemary. Her car’s gone wrong and she didn’t understand the garagiste.

Anyway, I gave him a quick ring and found out that a wheel bearing – roulement – has packed up. I duly relayed the message to Rosemary and after a little chat, I carried on with my work.

This afternoon I took off the sheet of plasterboard that I’d fitted incorrectly and dismantled the wiring that I’d assembled last week.

I then threaded all of the wiring down the channels that I had drilled, reassembled it and then fitted two (or rather one and a half) sheets of plasterboard, as you can see.

But there are two issues with all of this.

Firstly, you’ll notice a horizontal line right across the nearer sheet of plasterboard. Trying to put a sheet of plasterboard into the cutting position, I dropped it (these 13mm waterprrof sheets are flaming heavy) and it snapped.

And so I fetched another one – and did exactly the same.

I’m working in a confined space with no room to move around and I’m on my own with these heavy objects so I’m bound to have accidents.

But at least the split in this one will be below the level of the tiling and so seeing as how it will be bunged up with tile cement it doesn’t really make much odds.

The second thing though is more important. I’ve cut some of the wires too short and I’ve not much idea exactly what I can do about that. I shall have to think of something.

Last night though, I was in Nantwich. Of course I know Nantwich very well – it’s where I went to school and I like to go there for a wander around the shops and to sit by the river on a summer evening. In my dream Nantwich was very much like it is today except that although just recently that have built a new road around the back of the town, in my dream there was an old road system around the back there) that went to Winsford and Middlewich (and is much more logical that the road system of the late Victorian age). . A friend and I went for a walk through the crowds sunning themselves by the river at the back of the swimming baths and we carried on along this old abandoned road. After about half a mile, after passing some mile posts of the 1920s we came to a roundabout where the roads for Middlewich and Winsford diverged. This roundabout had all of the signs and street furniture of the 1920s and was probably one of the earliest roundabouts ever to be built, On the fourth exit off the roundabout, there were a couple of big cars of the late 1920s parked up. They were in fact die-cast models but life-size and I remember trying to lift up the bonnet of one of them.

Anyway, now I’m filthy dirty, unshaven, unwashed and in the same clothes for a week and feel totally uncomfortable.

Tomorrow, come what may, I’ll be going for a swim at Neris-les-Bains. You just watch the baths be closed for maintenance.

-9

Thursday 4th July 2013 – I WAS TOO TIRED …

… to cook tea tonight.

That’s no surprise, though. It was 19:25 (or something like that) the other night, 19:45 last night, and all of 20:40 this evening when I finished.

I’d actually fitted one sheet of plasterboard onto the stud wall, but it has to come off and be refitted as it’s in the wrong place, and I ran out of time and energy.

You are probably wondering why it took so long to fit it. The answer to that is that it’s not as straightforward as I led you to believe yesterday.

Apart from the usual interruptions of the phone and of visitors, first thing that I had to do was to extend the flooring into the bedroom. I’d “overlooked” the fact that I hadn’t refitted the horizontal bracing to the stud wall at ground level.

You may remember that I’d had to raise the level of the shower room floor and so I’d taken up the floor level horizontal bracing. And I hadn’t refitted it. And of course with the higher level of flooring it needed to be reshaped.

Then of course there’s a quick way and there’s a proper way to do all of this and I’ve decided to do it the proper way.

Consequently all of the framework is now on the end wall and the insulation is stapled in place but it isn’t nailed in with the counter-battens yet.

I also still have these two holes to drill in the wall. But it’s all coming together quite nicely right now and we are making progress in leaps and bounds..

Apart from that, you may remember a few weeks ago that I was talking about these Nova Scotia pages that I had half-written.

Since then, I’ve been spending two hours each morning just after breakfast to bring them right up-to-date and this morning I posted the first batch on-line.

have a good read – that should keep you out of mischief for an hour or two.

-6

Wednesday 3rd July 2013 – WELL, THE SHOWER ROOM …

… is looking much more like a shower room now.

All of the horizontal battens on the stud wall have been cut and shaped, drilled for the passage of cables, and then screwed into position.

And if I feel like it tomorrow, I could even put the plasterboard onto the stud wall and that would make a whole world of difference;

In fact, you are probably wondering why I didn’t do that this afternoon.

I could quite easily have done too but in fact I was plagued by interruptions.

Marianne and Rosemary both rang me up today for long chats and I was there for ages with them.

And then Rob and Nicolette came round just as I was getting into full swing. Their internet had gone down and they needed urgent access, and then they needed to report the fault.

That took ages to sort out as well and by the time everyone had left me alone the hours were slipping away and it was ever so frustrating.

Of course, I’m not complaining about the interruptions. Quite the reverse in fact.

Firstly, it’s nice to speak to friends and have a good natter. It all helps oil the wheels of social intercourse.

Secondly, when I fell off my ladder back in November 2011 Rob drove me all the way to Montlucon, waited patiently for three hours while I was sewn up, and then drove me home – and wouldn’t accept even a centime for the fuel.

You’ll put yourself out for neighbours like that every time without a moment’s hesitation, but it always seems to happen at inconvenient moments.

And for the first time in I don’t know exactly how long (but we are talking years here) I had music while I worked for the whole day.And it’s quite true what they say, that “there’s none as thick as those that want to be”.

Having tried a whole series of devices to have music where I’m working, I finally worked out the solution that is so obvious to everyone else. Why don’t I simply take my little notebook computer and find a safe place to wedge it?

Exactly what I did and I had music all day. Berk!

As for last night’s dream, I can’t remember too much of it but I do remember having to rescue Strawberry Moose from an oven and finding that all of his antlers were burnt off – something that I found really upsetting.

I’ll have to give up this cheese lark, I’ll tell you.

-6

Tuesday 2nd July 2013 – *@ç#%§µ ¤£&€ù+§ cheap flaming useless tools!!!

That’s the arbour off the core drill kit that I bought (and spent a lot of money on) 18 months or so ago. The drill end is totally burnt out.

What’s been happening here is that the arbour has not been a precise fit in the chuck of the SDS drill. With the 4 hours of constant pounding that it received yesterday, the percussion effect of the play slowly but surely enlarged the groove in the arbour until it burnt through.

Mind you, as I said yesterday, the impressive thing about this is that everything else – the inverter, the batteries, the wiring, even the LIDL drill, stood up to everything that I could throw at it.

I expected loads of other things to burn out before the arbour would give way.

And it took me hours to dismantle the SDS drill too before I could extract the arbour, and I can tell you absolutely everything about how an SDS drill works now because I’ve seen it first-hand.

Anyway, once I’d freed the arbour I cleaned and greased everything and then reassembled it.

I’m not sure how the automotive circlip will stand up to the pounding but then that would be hammered to death in the con-rods and pistons anyway with much more force than an SDS drill so it should be okay.

Took hours, as I said, and it didn’t make any difference to my work programme because I couldn’t have drilled anything anyway.

Look at the rain cascading off the verandah roof. We had the most amazing tropical thunderstorm, as you can see.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen rain like we had this afternoon although believe me, we have had some here for sure in the past as you know.

Not much good for working in but impressive all the same. And for a while there was no solar energy getting through at all. No chance of doing any drilling today of course, but there is still plenty of work to be going in with.

Later on in the afternoon I did manage to get into the shower room. I started cutting and shaping the horizontal supports for the stud wall between the shower room and the bedroom.

I cut and shaped four of them before I ran out of demi-chevron (and I wasn’t going outside for another one in that weather) and I managed to screw one of them in place before the batteries in the Ryobi Plus One drill and screwdriver went flat.

It just wasnt my day at all.

Mind you, it was 19:40 when I finished off so I suppose it was time enough. But I need to get cracking tomorrow.

I’m wasting far too much time and I don’t have too much to spare.

-3

Monday 1st July 2013 – THERE’S A HOLE …

… in my shower room wall. 48mm in diameter, 18 inches from the floor and almost (but not quite) all the way through to the outside, dear Liza, dear Liza.

. I took advantage of the absolutely beautiful summer’s day to power up the mega-SDS drill and carve a hole through to the outside to act as the air vent for the composting toilet – something that is quite important for not for nothing is this place known as Pooh Corner.

And if you were around a year or so ago when I took months to drill the hole through from the lean-to into the house, it took just four hours to end up a mere 9 centimetres from the outside wall … "and it’ll probably take you another year to do the rest" – ed.

So why didn’t I carry on and finish it?

The answer is simple. The core drills that I use for punching my way through stone are about 15 cms long and I have three extensions – a 6cm one, a 40cm one and a 60cm one – giving me 21cms, 55cms and 75cms respectively.

With the 60cm one and the core drill it would make short work of the 55cm walls but it is so heavy and awkward that I start off with the small one, then graduate to the middle one, and then I finish off with the larger one.

But damn and blast! Would you believe it (well, knowing me, you probably would), the 40mm extension is jammed solid into the chuck and try as I might, can I heck as like move it? .I was there for a good hour or so trying to extricate it from the chuck and no luck at all.

Never mind for now, though.

I’m still impressed that I can run a 1400-watt SDS drill for four hours punching my way through blocks of Grès de Lapeize without even a hiccup. And with the fridge working too. And as well as having electrically-heated hot water to wash in afterwards.

That’s despite all of the doubters and prophets of doom that I had when I first started this project back in 1999.

And despite all of the criticisms that I’ve had to bear, from people whom I thought were friends but behind my back were having a nice little laugh at my expense with their friends in “a certain newsgroup”.

As you know, that was something that angered me intensely, as I have said before … "and at great length too" – ed.

Anyway, enough of me ranting.

By 18:00 I called it a day in the shower room and went outside. With the weedkiller that Liz gave me and the pressure sprayer that I bought on Saturday, I attacked the weeds again for an hour and a half.

They are looking quite sad after my last effort but we are promised sunshine until tomorrow night and so a second helping won’t go amiss.

I forgot to tell you about last night’s dream as well. I was in the EU offices in a long corridor with hordes of people trying to get through a turnstile into the inner sanctum of the building and it was taking hours. But there were two office of member states, Ireland being one of them and I can’t remember the other, and they had access through the rear of their offices into the interior of the building. I knew all of the girls who worked there so grabbing my friend, we went through the Irish Permanent Representation offices into the main part of the building, much to his surprise, the surprise of the girls there and the surprise of everyone else.
From there I was in an exam and I needed to remember the proportion of energy in the UK (at least I think that it was in the UK) generated by coal. I’d taken some papers with me into the exam and they had notes upon them (contrary to the rules) and I spent a few anxious moments looking through the papers, not finding what I wanted and wondering if it was indeed 18% or some other figure.

-5

Sunday 30th June 2013 – IT IS SUNDAY …

… today and for the first time since I can’t remember when, I had a day off today and did … absolutely nothing.

That’s not quite true.

Putting some stuff into the fridge on Saturday night the table on which it sits had a kind of collapse and so the fridge was tilting forwards.

And so was the home-made 12-volt immersion heater that I use as a dump load to absorb the surplus charge off my solar panels. As that was fairly empty, I dismantled it and removed the fridge.

With them out of the way I could reinforce the table and then put everything back.

And the pizza was a washout tonight. I couldn’t find the usual pizza base yesterday and so had to use pâte feuilleté instead.

And a terrible discovery that I made was that the new pizza tray that I bought is too big for my little caravan oven downstairs. Hence the pizza being cooked around the edges where I kept turning it around, but the middle was totally uncooked.

That was a catastrophe and no mistake.

Saturday 29th June 2013 – WELL I WAS WRONG …

… about my weather prediction today. In fact it started off grey, wet and miserable and simply got worse and worse.

And in something that must be a new world record, I was in Montlucon, a quick round of all of the shops and back home by 12:30, would you believe?

What has contributed to that a great deal is that theres a new Leclerc hypermarket opened just a little way down the road from Brico Depot.

It’s huge, clean and tidy, the parking is really easy, the aisles are nice and wide and, in common with most Leclerc hypermarkets, there are plenty of checkouts and they are always well-personned so there are none of these enormous queues that you find in the Auchan and the Carrefour.

For these reasons alone, the new Leclerc will get my vote for shopping for the forseeable future.

I didn’t in fact leave my notebook at Brico Depot. It was in my pocket all the time.

Nevertheless I went and redid my shopping there this morning and with no pressure from any outside influence I bought everything that I’m likely to need to finish off this bathroom properly.

I’ll restart in there on Monday and put my back into it.

I came back a different way that usual and I’m rather glad that I did.

Despite everything that I’ve recently been saying about old cars on islands, you do still occasionally find them on the mainland too.

And here just down the road from LeClerc at Domérat I stumbled across probably the most exciting car that I’ve seen for quite some considerable time – Peugeot 230 pickups excepted of course.

And isn’t this a real beauty?

She’s a 1962 Opêl Rekord 1700 P2, in almost-mint condition, one owner from new and with just 67000 kms on the clock.

It’s for sale at just €7500 and I could easily be tempted by this, although Opel did make a pick-up version and a convertible, one of which would be even an more exciting find,

Even nicer though would be the Soviet Union’s copycat GAZ M21 III but I wouldn’t have a clue where even to start to look for one of those.

This afternoon I did a little (yes, just a little) tidying up here and then, despite the miserable weather, it was time to go out.

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that at the weekend round about the Fête de St Jacques it’s the custom here in Virlet to go for a walk to beat the bounds of the commune and have a little party afterwards.

Despite the miserable weather, a hard-core of about a dozen or so of us set out, up tp our knees in soaking wet grass and sliding about on the mud.

It made me feel quite at home.

It did brighten up slightly as we made our way around, and it became much easier to walk once we were on the metalled road.

Neverthless, it was still far too wet for our traditional feu de joie, but someone did bring a DVD, a copy of the Fernandel film En Avant La Musique – a tyical whimsical film of village life in Italy during the war, and we sat around and watched that instead.

All in all we had a good time. I wonder what tomorrow will bring me.

-3

Friday 28th June 2013 – I’M BACK …

… in Pooh Corner right now and I’ll be staying the night here – the first time for months. And I can’t say that I’m sorry either. I’ve come to the conclusion that, such as it is (or isn’t), it’s my home and it’s where I really want to be.

But today has been something of a weird day all round and it carried on as it started off. A few years ago I had a really good friend, my best friend for I don’t know how many years. He always was a little weird (but that’s never been a problem because I like weird people anyway) but he had a very serious motorcycle accident in the mid 1990s and that did for him pretty much, I’m afraid. His condition deteriorated until a few years ago I could no longer cope with his unpredictable mood swings. He had two kids, a son who was totally bone-idle and a complete waste of time, and who yet was the apple of his eye, and a much younger daughter who he picked on incessantly and, quite often, gratuitously. Whenever she was alone and I was there, she used to tell me little things and we had some quite deep chats. I haven’t seen her for a number of years now and I’ve often wondered how she was getting along, yet last night, I was driving past their house and daddy opened the front door and there in the background was daughter. And I’m not quite sure why, but I found that little flash during last night’s dream to be extremely disturbing. It set the score for the rest of the day.

We had to go round to Bill’s old place at Le Quartier on our way to Montlucon to see Marianne and pick up a few things

But I was scratched to death by thistles, soaked by the long grass, bitten by fleas and walked on by a mouse, and all for next-to-nothing either.

And as the day drew on and on, the level of my humour and enthusiasm gradually ebbed away and I sank deeper and deeper into the pit. Not even seeing Terry at Brico Depot could cheer me up much.

I ended up being totally overwhelmed to the extent that I abandoned a trolley load of purchases (and my notebook with all of my notes, measurements and diagrams as I found out later) in the shop and came home.

I’m having a bad time right now, but there’s always tomorrow. It’ll start off all bright and sunshiney and we’ll all be happy.

And then watch some b@$t@rd come along and spoil it.

-5

Thursday 27th June 2013 – I WAS BACK …

… in Belgium, Brussels in fact, at a big office not too far from the NATO headquarters and the airport and there were a few of us watching the aeroplanes take off. At the end of the runway was a big tower block somewhat similar to the Chrysler building and the aircraft had to take some kind of bizarre avoiding manoeuvre to miss it. If that wasnt enough, there was an air display taking place at the same time just off the airport and the aircraft were having to negotiate all of that as well.
And at one certain moment a large aeroplane took aff, towing behing it a large baggage trailer, the type that you often see being pulled behind a large European motor coach.

Yes, I’ve been at the cheese again, haven’t I? Another one of these exciting dreams that looks so logical when you are right up inside it but looks totally peculiar when you wake up and see it at a distance.

Anyway enough of this rubbish.

Back once more at Pooh Corner you will notice yet another addition to the wiring system in the shower room.

Not only do we have a (working) 230-volt power circuit and a (working) 12-volt power circuit but we now also have a lighting circuit.

In those bulb holders just there I’ll be fitting some 12-volt LED bulbs – regular readers of this rubbish will recall me buying a pile a while back.

And if I had been able to have spent another few hours on it I would have had all of the lights on the first floor working as well, but it wasn’t to be.

Mind you, it’s my own fault because if you haven’t already guessed, I spent the greater part of the day looking for tools and equipment and stuff, and I’m really going to have to do something about all of this.

It’s doing my head in good and proper.

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Wednesday 26th June 2013 – HERE’S ANOTHER …

… photo of the new temporary electrical circuit here at Pooh Corner.

At first glance it looks very much like a close-up of the previous image but in fact a closer perusal will reveal the addition of a pair of American 110-volt sockets.

As you might recall if you are a regular reader of this rubbish and have been following these pages quite closely since right back at the very beginning, my house is powered by solar panels and wind turbines creating energy at 12 volts DC.

As a result I spent an inordinate amount of my time sourcing 12-volt appliances, because I can run these directly off my supply without the need for a transformer.

That calls for a 12-volt DC circuit around the house and that means that the cables will be carrying a heavier amperage (500 watts at 230 volts is just over 2 amps, but 500 watts at 12 volts is just over 40 mps).

And the heavier the amperage, the thicker cable – I use 6mm cable instead of 1.5mm cable.

Because North America runs on 110 volts instead of the European 230 volts, then more than twice as much amperage is required to power an identical appliance, and so the USA uses thicker cable.

Consequently all of their plugs and sockets are much more suitable for my purposes when it comes to a 12-volt system as they are built to handle heavier amperage and thicker cable.

So that’s what I’ve been doing this afternoon, expanding the 12-volt power circuit into the shower room.

All that remains to do now is to fit the wiring for the light circuit, drill two large holes through the outside wall for the air exchange, and then I can wallop the rest of the plasterboard onto the walls.

This morning though, once the sun had climbed well into the sky, I doused the weeds outside the house with this radical weed-killer that Liz gave me. I’m not quite sure just how well its going to work but it has to be better than nothing at all. I really do hope that it lives up to expectations.

I had a little relaxation in the evening and watched a John Wayne film – Fort Apache. This is one of what is known as “The Cavalry Trilogy” and is famous for two particular reasons.

it’s probably the earliest mainstream film to look at the American genocide – if not holocaust – of its ethnic citizens from the point of view of the victims
most of the action takes place over ground which I know extremely well, because you might remember that back in 2002 I drove for a couple of days through the Utah Desert and in particular through Monument Valley and The Valley Of The Gods where most of the action takes place. I recognised almost all of the sites and it brought back some very happy memories.

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Tuesday 25th June – HOW LONG IS IT …

… since I posted a photo of work that Ive been doing round here at Pooh Corner? I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s all of 6 months.

If you look carefully you’ll notice a pile of new trunking, cabling and wires as well as two new (temporary) wall sockets, one to the left of centre and one just lower than centre right on the back wall.

I’ve been extending the electrical circuits ready to put the next sheet of plasterboarding on the stud wall.

Mind you though, I’m lucky that I got that far. After being away for 6 months, I sent the first three hours looking for all the tools and the second three hours looking for all the cables and accessories.

The third three hours was spent trying to work out how it was that just 6 months ago the wiring that I was in the course of doing was so simple and straightforward that I didn’t need to label everything to say where it is to go.

So after my exertions I went round to Rob and Julie’s to give them the tea and marmite and to pick uo everything from there, including Terry’s super-duper lawn mower with which I’ll be attacking Cécile’s lawn one evening this week.

And I didn’t use the weed-killer either. I have two watering cans here and I was going to use them, but it was rather silly of me to have thought that I would have been able to find them in this jungle here right now.

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