The dawn of a New Spring
My whole world has collapsed.
I am bereft and distraught.
I am in mourning.
It all started nearly four years ago.
There I was sitting in my favourite armchair when there was a sort of thunk noise, and I slid slowly southwards. A fucking spring had broken.
At the time, I decided to fix it, and though I say so myself, I did a fucking good job. After all, my repair lasted nearly four years?
Ever since then life has been normal, except that maybe I tended to lower myself into my seat with a touch of caution and trepidation.
A couple of weeks ago, there was another thunk, and my left buttock slid suddenly down by about an inch. Bugger! It meant sitting with a slight list but I got used to it, over the next few days.. Within another week there was yet another thunk and while a third spring had obviously gone, at least I was on an even keel again.
I made a decision. It was time for hospital. Herself tried to talk me into buying a new chair but I couldn't bring myself to condemn an old friend to death. So it was carted off by ambulance yesterday.
They are operation around now. They said they would phone me if the worst came to the worst, but my chair is strong. I know it will pull through.
It's the waiting that's the hardest.
You may need to start it on a course of antibiotics when it comes out of hospital. Perhaps of the Johnny Walker variety!
Isn't alcohol an antiseptic? It's certainly a sedative so no doubt both myself and the chair will receive liberal applications……
Pay tell upon what your posterior rests in the meantime?
An old chair out of the spare room. It's supposed to be sprung but I swear I have parked myself on softer lumps of granite. 'Tis harder than a woman's heart. I have actually developed a John Wayne walk as a result.
We're all chairing for a speedy recovery (groan)
I'll ignore that. 😀
I've spent most of my life repairing the unrepairable, and the only barriers are how much you're prepared to spend, and how long you can wait. Of course most people these days think the likes of me are complete nutters (they may have a point), but when I can get an old engine running with just a few basic tools I get a certain smug satisfaction.
And virtually any new product will be of poorer quality, and wear out sooner, than the older one.
I couldn't agree more. Everyone is too willing to chuck something just because there is something minor wrong with it. There is something immensely satisfying in taking something to pieces, reassembling it and getting it back into full working order [usually with a few spare bits left over?]. I could have replaced the springs myself, but the problem is redoing the upholstery after – I do know my limits.
<i>"Usually with a few spare bits left over"</i>
Been there, done that! Haynes manuals often came to the rescue – the earlier ones at least. They had excellent exploded diagrams of most assemblies, from which you could identify the errant bits, and deduce how important they were. Then came the tricky decision of whether to take a chance, or strip the bastard down again…
Me too. Car radios, hell any radio, Walkman (or should that be men?), desktops and now laptops. Often put back together sans a few bits they never seem to miss. Alternator internals filters and exhausts are my limits on the motor transportation front. Bikes (the push kind) used to be no problem but it's been 25 years since I fixed one of them.
"It's the waiting that's the hardest."
I would think that sitting in an arm chair with broken springs would be the hardest. Hoping for a full arm chair recovery.
Bugger! Forgot the #$#%! check box again.
Hey GD, be strong for both of you, its amazing what they can do these days so the prognosis should be positive… and other stuff…..