Thursday, 16 April 2009

Can I fix it?

It is with achy fingers that Deafinitely Girly brings you today’s blog.

The reason for this is that I finally decided to get back into climbing and hit the wall with Fab Friend and Flo. It was great fun – although Fab Friend is still technically recovering from a recent foot operation. Flo has not been slacking like me, or having foot surgery like Fab Friend, and still climbs regularly, so she shinned up all manner of things very efficiently with me following, arms pumped, fingers burning and head asking me what the hell I was doing!

When we were about three climbs in and I was about to embark on my next route, the manager of the wall came up to us and said something. Fab Friend as you know is also deaf like me, and the two of us looked completely baffled as to exactly what it may have been.

Actually, even Flo looked a bit confused!

Two tries later and we finally established he wanted me to fix a loose climbing hold on the way up the wall and that he was Northern Irish. I asked him for the ratchet tool and he expressed surprise that I knew what it was called…

Um… doesn’t everyone?

And so, off I went, with the funny-looking tool thing (a ratchet!) attached to my harness ready to fix the wall.

It was great fun actually, I got to hang on the rope, bash the hold into place and fix it so it didn’t spin round anymore – it was a nice change from just going from A to B, which is what I normally do at the wall.

I like fixing stuff – not in a dungaree-wearing Wendy-from-Bob-the-Builder kind of way – but it’s quite satisfying to take something apart and put it back together again, working. Although it’s always worth remembering how to put it together again – as I discovered with my washing machine, two floods later…

As well as liking mending stuff though, I am also good at breaking stuff. This is my fifth computer keyboard you know – they don’t like it if you throw tea over them as I have discovered four times already.

Actually

*blush

Make that five…

Yesterday, in a fit of clumsiness, I catapulted my mug across my desk sending the contents spewing over my shiny white keyboard and Pinkberry.

*sniff

Alas, I don’t know how to fix either and somehow I don’t think knowing what a ratchet is, is going to help me on this one!

3 comments:

Lovely Freelancer said...

Oh no! Hope Pinkberry survives!

chris said...

Hi Deafinitely girly,

Can I suggest for your Pinkberry and your keyboard that the first thing to do is ensure they are absolutily dry, let them sit ontop of the radiator or even ontop of the boiler, or somewhere equally as hot and dry. Ensure your Pinkberry is switched off. Give them both at least 24 hours before trying to see if they work.... best of luck

Living in wet West of Scotland I have been here all to often

Cheers

Droukit Jock

((http://www.scotsindependent.org/features/scots/glossary1.htm))

Me said...

Hey Chris,
Thanks for the advice - I will give it a go!!
DG