Sunday, December 28, 2014

Sticking it up


I wake up, its a surprisingly nice day, the ice is still in the garden and the Buddha is no doubt cold. I take them a cup of tea.


I put up a new light switch pull in the bathroom and feel excited! This is truly what life has come to.


In fact it gets better. I thought I’d try these tile transfers to remove some the clinicalness of the all white tiled bathroom. And whilst they are simple to do, they are a right pain. To get them perfect is even more problematic.


I put a couple up and yes this is going to work. I ponder in my head though, if you transfer them with water, how good are they in the shower area then? I mean will they want to transfer right back off. Now that wouldn’t be so good would it?


The excitement gets even better with the putting up of the curtains I had for Christmas. Ohhhhh


It kind of gets me in the mood to finish the room off. This looks good. I like them.


And I put the spare one on the landing. Now that looks great.


With those exciting things out of the way it time to enter the loft and have a look at the aerial connection for the upstairs TV points. A new connection is fitted to both ends and


I connect the wires. Here we go then.


I nip into the sparest room and turn on the TV that is never used, I a now pointless TV, but one that may come in handy if I run out of gas and I need to heat a single room cheaply.


I set it going and yay its finding channels, it finding many many many channels, good god its found 124 channels, are there really that many?


Well it seems to have worked. If anyone every stays in the sparest room they can watch TV. how wonderful.


Next its time for the outside aerial. I get it out, I get the ladder out, I get the tools out, I get the drill out. I even get out the old TV aerial cable from the window sill, which turns into a problematic nightmare of later getting the new one through latter even though I had fed a pull string through as it came out.


Up the ladder, with drill bracket and fixings. One would like to say hay look no hands. Undoubtedly I was probably being watched from the pub again.


Now the holes that I got in the mortar great, easy peasy, but the two holes I had to drill through the 100 year old bricks so hard, so solid, so brick were a bugger. In fact I was probably drilling for two hours. To the point that with the hammer action I could no longer feel my hands. Not good on a ladder. But eventually to my amazement there were enough wholes deep enough to allow the raw plugs to be fitted and the bolts to be tightened.


With numb hands I get the aerial, look where everyone else's is pointing and erect it as such. If nothing else it is always a nice view from up here.


Once erected, I route the cable and pin it to the wall. I play forever trying to get it though the window sill once the pull cord has pulled off the cable. Arrrgggg. But it gets done. Just before it dark.


On with the flat box then and get the tuner tuning.


Oh my oh my, 136 channels on this one. Really is there that much to watch out there, I mean I’ve done without for 3 months so far, what have I been missing, have I been missing anything? Will this stop production?


I switch the box off, tidy up and close the door and go to my parent. Whilst there I have tea and watch the Top Gear Christmas Special. What lonely things will they be made to look like they are doing on the spur of the moment?


Ohh its exciting


now of al the cars to have picked this was a good choice. A real good choice. The Lotus espirit, so neat so nice, oooohhhhh. and that number plate, that reminds me of something N269 KNG.


I get in my car its cold outside about –4.5 deg, that Buddha will be cold, I should have brought them in.


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