Hits 1394 | Created 2006-10-19 | Modified 2007-06-22
The back door is a little shoddy, truth be known. It looks like itís been cobbled together from bits of old firewood and ikea furniture, and then added to over the years in an attempt to make it more secure / draught-free. It doesnít open fully, grinding on the kitchen floor, yet when closed proudly boasts a one inch gap at its bottom, through which can been seen slugs and spiders, hastening inside out of the cold and wet weather.
There is also a large gap at the top of the door, which happily lets in rainwater, which has been soaking the wall above it.
Time for action. I choose 6pm as my start time, as it is just getting dark and threatening to rain. I open the door and the spiders and slugs hesitate, and then retreat to the walls to watch and wait.
First, apply insulating Ďtapeí around the door, in theory this provides a cushion when the door closes, and stops chill air whistling in as you try and cook lasagne, or something.
The instructions reckon that you should clean the area with white spirit and then dry thoroughly before application, but, I ask you, whoís likely to do that? So I wipe the area down with a damp sponge, then with a tea-towel (donít tell the wife).
The tape goes on fine, this is pretty easy, I think.
Next is the bit of wood I bought to hammer on the top of the door. I measure the length and saw off an appropriate bit, sanding it some to remove the sharp edges.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, itís going on well, bang bang, ah. As the door doesnít open fully, thereís a part where I canít access to hammer in a nail. I start to think that I should have used that wood glue I bought here. But Iíve hammered most of it on now, and itís starting to rain, and getting dark, so thereís no way Iím taking it off now...
Ah, itíll be fine, I think, and try to close the door.
It wonít close.
(With hindsight, I should perhaps have tried to close the door before putting the wood on...)
With some swearing and a bruised shoulder, I manage to close it just as the wife comes in.
ĎLooks good,í she comments.
ĎHmm,í I say. ĎItís a bit stiff.í
She tries it and is unable to close the door at all, bruised shoulders and all. She walks away with an air of Ďsort it outí.
I examine the door. The rain is getting harder now, and it is quite, quite dark outside. The wind picks up.
The wood seems to be sticking a little at the top, so I get out a rasper and start worrying away at the wood, taking all the edges off and rounding the bar. This generates a lot of wood shavings and eventually starts to ease the nails from their comfy positions so the whole thing rocks about. In frustration I rip it off, nails and all and retire to the cold, dark and wet garden to hammer all the nails back out of it and then swear at the wood as I rasp it to death.
All went well, and I was applying a bit of sandpaper to the diminished rod when the wife came out to ask how I was doing. Just as she does so there is an ominous crack from the stick, as it breaks internally and forever weakens.
ĎGood,í I lie.
The wood is soon nailed back onto the door, and is firm. It doesnít rub anymore when the door closes. In fact, there are gaps all around. I suspect that it will still let in rainwater. Just a little.
The door still wonít close though. Well, not easily.
I notice that the door is sticking on the right hand side, next to the lock, where there is a bulge. I get out the rasper and take off a mm or so. It now sticks somewhere else, so I rasp that. Then it sticks somewhere else...
Itís a while before it dawns on me that as I remove the sticking bulges, the door is slipping on its hinges and so sticking somewhere new...
Itís positively cold now and the spiders want in. I shoulder the door into place with violence and lock up for the night. After all this, I realise, itís actually just the tape that is making the door hard to close, and sigh as I sweep up the soggy wood chips.