woodbutcher
Veteran
- Location
- S W France
l am lazing around in a hammock , dog keeps trying to tip me out. 35c too warm for much action
So now you need a sewing machine to mend hole in pockets.New bathroom scales were also purchased. Brabantia ones, they are very good as I have lost a pound already, since buying them last week.
I don't know about you, but I would rather not have a letter that's been any where near Postmans sack!"Gave a letter to the postman, he put it in his sack, but early the very next morning he brought my letter back..."
Can they not fit the clear, flexible covers over the switchbox, for dusty environments.We have a mitre saw at work. Don't think in terms of something from a DIY shop: this is a beast of a saw with a constantly rotating blade about 60cm in diameter, and a track over five metres long bolted into the concrete floor. It holds planks down with a compressed air clamp and the saw whips out of the base and slices the wood. We use it -or rather our clients use it- to cut planks by the hundred to make pallets. As this particular section of the workshop basically makes pallets, you'll appreciate it is a fairly important piece of kit.
Well on Monday I broke it, possibly. I was interrupted while working on it and absent-mindedly switched it off with the emergency button. Apparently this can cause some kind of disturbance in the force or something and the saw will refuse to turn on again.
My boss was remarkably generous and didn't bawl me out, although he did say I was a plonker, or the German equivalent thereof.
Anyway, it took a couple of days to get the electrician to come and perform the right incantations for for the blue smoke to return or whatever it is that needs to happen, during which I felt suitably guilty. Also, I'm still in my 6 month probation, if I wreck too much equipment they won't let me stay...
Today the electrician came: he looked at the switch and gave his opinion that it was the "on" switch being gummed up with sawdust that caused the problem, this was half pressed down and sending a permanent signal to the saw to start: amn undesirable situation for a saw that can cut through a tree in seconds. Fortunately it only caused the system to gradually be fried; a new switch is on the way.
So it was the little green button at fault, not the big red one I'd pressed.
Hells bells sounds as though you are living in Sweden or somewhere equally chilly !Cats are fed and rice cooker is on.
I'll need to nip out to drop off mum's prescription in the surgery (it's a postbox) in a bit. But when I get back, it'll be an evening for spicy comfort food, a fleecy onesie, fluffy pink socks and football on the radio.
Hells bells sounds as though you are living in Sweden or somewhere equally chilly !