I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
The gable wall has been moving outwards.
The disused toilet block is pulling it outwards.
The floor is dropping away from the wall.
In both of them.
The wall's been damp, and the timber purlin is rotten, just where it should be strong, tying the wall and the roof together.
The steel's pulled out by an inch.
See that iron bar, holding the bricks?
And this is what's pulling the wall outwards.
Scaffolding coming tomorrow,
We'll probably go with Plan B.