Wednesday, 9 January 2013
fixing a toilet that has stopped flushing
When you have to pull the toilet flush handle several times to get it to flush, or if it simply refuses to flush at all, there's a good chance that the problem lies in the syphon diaphragm. This is a flexible piece of plastic that pushes water up the syphon tube, then flexes to allow the full contents of the cistern to flow through the syphon. The picture above shows a broken diaphragm that I removed from a toilet. That was one that I made out of one of those plastic document wallets, last year. So it didn't last very long. Mind you, the original diaphragms don't last very long either; so rather than replace the entire assembly (you can't just buy the diaphragms, of course!), I wondered what to replace it with.
What we want is something that's both durable and flexible. The heaviest polythene I could find was the sort used for damp proof courses; but even that doesn't seem particularly good. So here's what I did.
I took a piece of polythene (from a roll I got from a builder's merchant, to put up temporary double glazing one cold winter). I doubled it up, then doubled it again. So there are four thicknesses of polythene.
I sandwiched it in brown paper, then placed it on a flat board and ironed it
The iron was at a medium heat setting.
Then put a pile of books on the paper (to stop it crinkling) and allow it to cool off . If you try to peel the brown paper off too soon, the polythene will stick to it.
Here's the welded polythene.
I used the old diaphragm as a pattern and cut out the new one
...and put everything back together. Success!
Now, let's see how long this one lasts!
Thursday, 30 September 2010
what's on the drawing board today
I'm on Version Three at the moment....
Version Two had a bunch of goofs on it and was too small. Here's a close-up of one way of correcting a mistake.
- Place a piece of paper of the same sort as you used for the drawing, underneath the drawing.
- Cut around the botched area with a scalpel.
- Glue the new paper, which will now be a perfect fit, into place with some backing paper, and start again. Not quite invisible mending, but hey.
(here is the finished project) (and here is the map....)

Tuesday, 25 August 2009
confessions of a pedalling book pedlar
First stop was a Small Independent Bookshop. They'd got in touch with Geraldine last week saying that they urgently needed six more copies of the book, so her husband Keith had dropped some in from their collection. So all I needed to do was drop in an invoice and pick up the cheque for the previous invoice which... hadn't yet been paid...
The proprietor was there chatting with the person on the counter, as I arrived on my bike. But by the time I'd locked the bike and gone in, she was no longer there.
"I'm just dropping off this invoice for the books that you received," I said; "and there is still this outstanding invoice from the previous books..."
"I'll just go and see..." says the nice young man.
I wait.
"She's just about to go out for lunch with her daughter," he said; "It's A Level results day..."
I agree to come back on Monday.
On Monday she is about to go out to lunch with her mother.
I leave my mobile number.
It doesn't get used.
Catherine had said good things about a local card shop which had taken some copies of the book last year. So I went there too. It is in a pretty affluent suburb, where the 4x4s and people-carriers roam free, and it sells expensive trinkets and posh chocolate to the sort of people who like to give expensive trinkets and posh chocolate to other people to mark important waypoints through life. It is the sort of shop I have walked or cycled past for years, without really noticing it or wanting to go in.
I explain my mission to a rather worn-looking woman on the counter. She presses a bell on the wall, and a large woman appears, advancing in a little cloud of huffiness and puffiness.
"Do you have a seller's appointment?" she asks.
I admit that I do not.
I am far too busy to see you today," she says. "You may leave samples if you wish."
She huffs and puffs back through her door.
I decide that I do not wish.
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
the Bristol Downs: geology and history
The
The Bristol Downs are part of a limestone ridge which extends north-eastwards from Clevedon. It was formed by sedimentation and deposition when a tropical sea spread over the area during the early Carboniferous period, 354 million years ago. Fossils of marine creatures can be seen where the rock is exposed. During the Hercynian period (about 290 million years ago), when the ancient continents of Laurasia and Gondwana collided, this rock was folded and pushed up into mountains. It was then eroded, deposited upon, uplifted and again eroded until the present surface was once more exposed.
The Gorge was created during the Ice Ages which have come and gone over the last two million years. The
Tree felling began as long as 4000 years ago, and there are field systems evident between Ladies Mile and the Zoo Banks. During the Iron Age, the Dobunni tribe built a hill fort on Observatory Hill, which, together with the two forts on the Leigh Woods side of the Gorge, dominated the river. The Romans in turn built villas in the area, and the road which they built, linking
The
More of a threat to the
What was most stupendous to me, was the rock of St Vincent, a little distance from the Towne, the precipice whereof is equal to any thing of that nature I have seene in the most confragose cataracts of the Alpes: The river gliding between them after an extraordinary depth: Here we went searching for Diamonds, & to the hot Well at its foote….
Plans were enacted for the ‘beautification’ of the 
Thursday, 27 November 2008
The Bristol Downs: another book event
So. On Tuesday 2nd December, we're doing a little show at Bristol Zoo, which will include Geraldine giving a talk, and me doing a Powerpoint thing about illustration. And there will be mince pies, apparently. And I shall be taking along my big bottle of Damson vodka, too. What's not to like?