Reg Prescott impersonation afternoon.
Aug. 21st, 2011 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezThe guttering on the local end of the shed gave way a couple of few weeks ago, and it's been leaning and taunting me drunkenly the while.
When I nerved myself to approach, I discovered that the thin ply facing had delaminated, the wee nails had rusted out and various other bits were starting to rot enthusiastically.
Well, bollocks. Proper fixing will require pulling it all to bits, which I was going to do anyway because I want to swap the downpipe end for end so I can run it into a water butt. It's just that I was going to do that in the depths of winter, post pruning the buddleia, when I can get at all the bits.
While bodging it back together with long screws and a slathering of Ronseal, I noticed that there seemed to be something blocking the top end of the downpipe. It was hidden in the depths of the buddleia, so I couldn't be entire sure. I dug out the requisite length of curtain-rod from the back of the shed and leaned off the stepladder in the comedy manner most likely to deposit me head-first in the composter; it was a lot like playing a tricky shot at the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield.
Thunk!
Splish!
Gurgle!
The mini-football, helpfully placed by one or more small children from next door, spludged back onto their lawn and the remaining gunge in the gutter gurgled gracefully, er, away.
I suspect it's not been draining for A While, which would explain the rot.
In other news, I plan to harvest the sunflowers and consume the produce. I am only slightly concerned by the prospect of angry headless sunflower plants pursuing me across Bristol.
When I nerved myself to approach, I discovered that the thin ply facing had delaminated, the wee nails had rusted out and various other bits were starting to rot enthusiastically.
Well, bollocks. Proper fixing will require pulling it all to bits, which I was going to do anyway because I want to swap the downpipe end for end so I can run it into a water butt. It's just that I was going to do that in the depths of winter, post pruning the buddleia, when I can get at all the bits.
While bodging it back together with long screws and a slathering of Ronseal, I noticed that there seemed to be something blocking the top end of the downpipe. It was hidden in the depths of the buddleia, so I couldn't be entire sure. I dug out the requisite length of curtain-rod from the back of the shed and leaned off the stepladder in the comedy manner most likely to deposit me head-first in the composter; it was a lot like playing a tricky shot at the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield.
Thunk!
Splish!
Gurgle!
The mini-football, helpfully placed by one or more small children from next door, spludged back onto their lawn and the remaining gunge in the gutter gurgled gracefully, er, away.
I suspect it's not been draining for A While, which would explain the rot.
In other news, I plan to harvest the sunflowers and consume the produce. I am only slightly concerned by the prospect of angry headless sunflower plants pursuing me across Bristol.
