Way back in the mists of time before even God was a twinkle in his own eye, I used to love pottering around The Workshop.
The Workshop was a little lean-too that my father built on the back of our abode of the time. It wasn’t very big, consisting mainly of a shed with a long bench and racks of tools. My dad was a dab hand at the carpentry and used to knock up the odd piece of furniture. I loved watching him cutting and planing and then the tricky process of heating the glue in a special glue-pot. Often I would try my hand at a spot of cutting, shaving or drilling. The Workshop was a great play area.
Sadly, little remains of his efforts. I still have a couple of his smaller pieces but sadly had to part with a lot of the larger bits of furniture into various skips over time. The one thing I did manage to hold on to was a selection of his tools, which have been put to very good use over the years. I think I even still have the old glue-pot and certainly have the old Primus [used for heating the glue-pot] and the blow-lamp.
Sadly my days of DIY are becoming fewer. It’s easier to get an expert to do the job, and a lot less tiring.
I got an expert to knock through an extra door when I was revamping the Back Room. He did a brilliant job. The trouble is that he did too brilliant a job – he inserted the door precisely into the frame with no free space around the edge whatsoever.
Over the last few weeks the door has been becoming harder and harder to open or close as it just jammed in the frame. I can only assume that the timber is breathing or expanding slightly in the humidity. There was no room for error and the error is now there in an abundance.
It was the top of the door that was rubbing off the lintel so I dug out the good old trusty plane. It was old when I was a child which means it must be close on eighty years of age. It still has a razor sharp blade and no motor to jam or batteries to expire – a good old-fashioned hand tool. I whacked it across the top of the door and the latter now closes smoothly.
You can’t beat the old ways.