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skyringI'm not your practical handyman. The combination of vibrating car and half-powered house made for an uncomfortable few days.
First, the car. I arranged with the usual Ford service workshop in town to have a look at it, but as I backed out of the drive the shaking grew so bad I decided I couldn't risk driving in. Called up NRMA, who sent round a mechanic after a while - the early fog had made for a busy day, with people leaving their lights on and draining their batteries - who took about a minute to diagnose a shot coil. Or what passes for a coil nowadays. Two cylinders weren't firing, but the car was OK to drive, which I did into the workshop the NRMA bloke recommended, who performed the work quickly and efficiently. Once I got up to a decent speed the vibration smoothed out, you see.
Had to walk back home from Civic, but it's a pleasant walk under the oaks. Kerri drove me back to pick it up about five - she'd taken half the day off when jetlag caught up with her around lunchtime.
And I spent a dusty half hour under the house searching for any damage to the wiring and a dead rat. Found neither, but I've got to haul some of the lumps of rock and concrete and rubbish out. Lucky I still have some old army gear to crawl around in and be dirty.
Today I rang an electrician who duly arrived, wearing a Bluetooth headset, and fixed the power problem in about a minute and fixed the defective flouro fitting an noth much longer. The culprit was a circuit breaker which I hadn't been able to reset. Oh well. At least I know enough to fix it if it happens again - first time in ten years.
Drove down to Tuggeranong to get a couple of London Monopoly books out of the library there. Kerri probably won't go to Paris in September, but if I possibly can I'd like to do the London thing.
First, the car. I arranged with the usual Ford service workshop in town to have a look at it, but as I backed out of the drive the shaking grew so bad I decided I couldn't risk driving in. Called up NRMA, who sent round a mechanic after a while - the early fog had made for a busy day, with people leaving their lights on and draining their batteries - who took about a minute to diagnose a shot coil. Or what passes for a coil nowadays. Two cylinders weren't firing, but the car was OK to drive, which I did into the workshop the NRMA bloke recommended, who performed the work quickly and efficiently. Once I got up to a decent speed the vibration smoothed out, you see.
Had to walk back home from Civic, but it's a pleasant walk under the oaks. Kerri drove me back to pick it up about five - she'd taken half the day off when jetlag caught up with her around lunchtime.
And I spent a dusty half hour under the house searching for any damage to the wiring and a dead rat. Found neither, but I've got to haul some of the lumps of rock and concrete and rubbish out. Lucky I still have some old army gear to crawl around in and be dirty.
Today I rang an electrician who duly arrived, wearing a Bluetooth headset, and fixed the power problem in about a minute and fixed the defective flouro fitting an noth much longer. The culprit was a circuit breaker which I hadn't been able to reset. Oh well. At least I know enough to fix it if it happens again - first time in ten years.
Drove down to Tuggeranong to get a couple of London Monopoly books out of the library there. Kerri probably won't go to Paris in September, but if I possibly can I'd like to do the London thing.
