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Saturday, March 19, 2005

Mechanical genius

An early sea mist soon burned away, and a brilliant blue sky blankets the coast. Gorse Fox is reminded of the poetry of one Terence Milligan.
Spring is sprung
The sun is riz
I wonder where the birdies is?

They don't write poetry like that any more.

Silver Vixen directed GF to the garage. Therein is installed an automatic garage door opener. Actually, for the past three years it has been an instrument that occupies space, and serves no real purpose**. It is time to fix it. The local council have delivered a new wheelie bin, so large that you could take in lodgers, and we tend to keep the bins in the garage. Without the door opener, SV will never be able to move the bin... and GF isn't always around to do it.

So after three years GF got the step ladders, and climbed to the motor. Sucks on teeth. Tuts. Descends ladder. Walks to garage door. Sees lever with instruction label. Reads label.
To disengage door pull red lever downwards. To re-engage door, pull red lever horizontally.

Looks at lever. Lever is vertical. Pulls lever to horizontal position. Presses door switch.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Door opens.
In triumph GF returns to Silver Vixen. "It's fixed."

Silver Vixen throws a verbal sandbag - she is not impressed that it took 20 seconds to fix an item that has not worked for three years. Gorse Fox slinks back to garage, puts ladders aways, and retires. A good days work!

**Any resemblance to a politician is merely coincidental - the garage door opener does not cost GF money on a day by day basis, and does actively try to find ways of irritating the GF even more.

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