We're Going to Need a Bigger Hammer

I’m not keen on measuring and sawing, hack or otherwise.  In fact, ‘hack’ may be the operative word for my sawing.  It’s a leftie thing.  Can’t slice bread without it becoming a steep sloping kind of a slice either, thick at one end, thin at the other.  Great for making Dali-esque toast. 

Anyway, suffice to say, that I am, Jessica Mitford-style, starting a running-away (from DIY) fund, so that I can pay strapping blokes with qualifications to do all DIY in future.

Handyman, handyman, oh where the hell art thou, handyman?

The measuring (much as Santa checks his list, done twice), and hacksawing of the draught-proofing itself wasn’t so bad, once it stopped slipping and got started.  But trying to hold it in place, while hammering in the pins was horrible.  I can only assume that the door frame has fossilised iron-hard, because OMG.  As for the lintel piece, it remains on the kitchen floor alongside my will to live.  I tried masking tape to hold it in place, so that I could get the pinning started, it fell off.  More masking tape, and I started with the mid-point pin, but hammering upwards into a four-foot-two doorframe that doesn’t want to be hammered into is very demoralising.  I stopped for a pot of tea, two figs and a brazil nut.   It didn’t help.  Other than I no longer give two figs about draught proofing along the top of wee weird door.

All this, and a spider the size of your head lives there.

I went to wash my hair, in case of spider relatives, and realised, drilling and screwing is the way forward. Pardon the expression. 

Now I can’t get the rack bolt on the bottom of the door locked. 

“I can’t think about this now…I’ll think about it tomorrow”.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2XVPryUBMg