First fix isn’t anything to do with heroin. It’s the term used to describe the state of affairs when an electrician has cut all his chasings into the walls, secured the socket back boxes and pinned the cabling into position.
Next up a plasterer comes along and ‘makes good’ all the messy chasings. Then the electrician returns for ‘second fix’, which involves actually attaching the various electrical items to the cables and testing everything is in working order.
The tips of my fingers have been ruined by my labours and hurt like hell. The pain has been exacerbated by my decision to use my bare hands to squeeze cement mortar into various fiddly cavities. Consequently, blogging on a touchscreen phone is very hard to do.
Didn’t really make it outside today but when I did, I admired my cherry bonsai. It’s still in the training stage. It’s been in that stage for seven years or so. I’ll probably train it for another seven years before repotting it, into a tray.
