Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Thursday, 1 September 2016

Unhinged

If the summerhouse started the day half-built, by lunchtime it was back to three-eighths, as after pulling my hair out for an hour puzzling how to attach the hinges in such a way that the doors could operate effectively, I had to dismantle pieces constructed according to the instructions but clearly preventing the doors being attached in such a way that they could open and close; as for the doors, the majority of the sixteen pieces of mitred beading fixing in the windows needed re-engineering to fit together (if you are not going to mitre at 45° why bother?) but eventually they were ready to hang, miraculously filling the gap formed by the adjusted frame – and with a few barrel bolts added we were more or less complete.

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