… “what’s going on here? Has he been reading the instructions or something?”
Well, that has been precisely the problem. I HAVE been reading the instructions (or looking at them anyway – it’s a kind-of schematic diagram) and unless there is something wrong with my eyesight, the instructions are totally wrong.
And the benefit of a good sleep and a nice hot mug of coffee is that you can have a really good think.
In the diagram (and I’ll scan it and post it up sometime) it’s quite clear that you lay the lengths down so that the large part of the tongue is flat on the floor, and you insert the small part of the tongue on the next piece into the groove. But, as I found out this morning, if you lay the lengths on the floor so that the small part of the tongue is facing towards you, you can slide the large part of the tongue on the next piece underneath the small part of the tongue on the first piece, and it all clicks together (with some amount of brute force, it has to be said)
And once I threw away the instructions and did it my way I had three-quarters of the floor laid. There’s just five rows left to do and with a bit of luck I might get those done tomorrow morning.
But even so, I’m still glad I’m not fitting this stuff in my flat in Brussels. You still have to nail this stuff to the floor (so it’s a good job I didn’t run the wires underneath the floor) and in Brussels I have concrete floors with water pipes running through them. Give me tongue-and-grooving any time.
In other news, the weather has been atrocious. 13mm of rain, damp and clammy atmosphere, a record low of electricital energy. Winter is finally here. We had a fantastic summer so I suppose I can’t complain.
And in other other news, Manure Knighted struggle to a draw against CSKA Moscow tomight. Their equalising goal is scored “deep into injury time”. By that, do they mean “injury time”, “mystery time”, or “Manure Knighted time”? it’s all becoming a bit of a joke at Old Trafford where games always seem to be played out long after the 90 minutes whenever Manure are losing – to give them a chance to pull back an equaliser. You’d have had your shirt on it tonight.
