I tried to get into my workshop this weekend but hit a problem with the 23 year old rimlock. I turned the key but the bolt didn't move. Oh dear.
After much cajoling backwards and forwards I got it to move. But of course, would I be able to do it again? Yes, I locked it OK. Years of experience
have taught me to leave it alone until the Monday, as I was only going to get a few more chances to make it work, and the next chance was going to
be to unlock it one more time to get the thing off and get a replacement.
So today, there was some cursing and sweating as I turned the key backwards and forwards until, hallelujah, the bolt opened. I then detached the
rimlock from the door.
Now, having made up my mind to replace it, what was the harm in undoing the thing and having a look? Yes of course the mysterious spring would boing out
and the internals would end up in a little pile of twisted metal parts, leaving me to wonder where the hell it all came from and how to put it back together.
But no, I gently took off the backplate and there it all was, staring at me, no obvious reason why it was not working. No obvious broken bits, nothing.
So I got a soft brush and gently swept away the dust and cobwebs. Still all OK.
I then sprayed it all with 40 year old Witch's Distillation and put it back together.
And hey presto, it worked \/ \/ \/
So why is it that with all of the complicated and exhausting things I have done in my life, this simple little result made me grin from ear to ear?
Is it just me? Probably
After much cajoling backwards and forwards I got it to move. But of course, would I be able to do it again? Yes, I locked it OK. Years of experience
have taught me to leave it alone until the Monday, as I was only going to get a few more chances to make it work, and the next chance was going to
be to unlock it one more time to get the thing off and get a replacement.
So today, there was some cursing and sweating as I turned the key backwards and forwards until, hallelujah, the bolt opened. I then detached the
rimlock from the door.
Now, having made up my mind to replace it, what was the harm in undoing the thing and having a look? Yes of course the mysterious spring would boing out
and the internals would end up in a little pile of twisted metal parts, leaving me to wonder where the hell it all came from and how to put it back together.
But no, I gently took off the backplate and there it all was, staring at me, no obvious reason why it was not working. No obvious broken bits, nothing.
So I got a soft brush and gently swept away the dust and cobwebs. Still all OK.
I then sprayed it all with 40 year old Witch's Distillation and put it back together.
And hey presto, it worked \/ \/ \/
So why is it that with all of the complicated and exhausting things I have done in my life, this simple little result made me grin from ear to ear?
Is it just me? Probably