|Single-skin brick, I bet it was cold in there in winter. You wouldn't loiter, oh no, straight back to those nice warm machines!|
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Biff! Pow! Whack!
An update, don't-cha know.
(Bloke is a random passing stranger, this blog does NOT pay extras)
Got to miss all the phone lines. Why doesn't someone invent a wire-less telephone?
Isn't this the future? Don't we all have flying cars and pocket communicators now?
The mortar on the roof's from the ridge tiles, another job on the never-diminishing list of things to get around to, someday.
Oh. and I spent some time tracking pipes, for another job.
The pipes are colour-coded. But sometimes the painter makes it up as he goes along.
Yellow denotes gas.
And there's a specific code for the EXACT shade of yellow.... Or you can just use whatever you've got in the van, can't you?
And I was crawling in a dim space where water's coming out of the wall. It's a spring, it comes and goes with the weather. Have to invent a cure for it.
Or plug it. Or dig a drain. Or install a sump-pump. Or dark-adapted penguins. Whatever.