The door to the attic never worked normally since I can think. I know this thing only in a condition of jamming, seizing up and dragging. More than three decades ago it should have been replaced.
This morning:
Sinchen: *Pushes attic door*
Door: *Won't budge*
Sinchen: "Open up!" *pushes harder*
Door: "F… yourself!" *Still won't budge*
Sinchen: "You stupid piece of sh..! Open up!!" *slams against the door with the shoulder and some momentum*
Frame: *CRACK!!* "You won!" *breaks apart*
Sinchen: "Stupid a..hole!! To hell with this f…ing piece of dogsh..!! Son of a b*tch!! "
The frame is totally warped and my efforts made the cheap 1950s wood, which has seen dreadful heat and icy coldness countless times, crumble. With a sad *ting* this piece fell down:
A piece of the frame broke off while some other parts are really crumbly. In the long run this door has to be replaced, but I must be able to fully close it in winter (I've even insulated that old piece of sh..)
What a morning! Instead of breakfast I had to do a distress repair. A LOT of wood glue, some screws and several hundred bad words later it looks like this:
Hammered a bit against the frame. Pushing, pulling, cussing. The latter the most. Now the door can at least be opened and closed again (far from normal).
This is gonna be one of those days…
This morning:
Sinchen: *Pushes attic door*
Door: *Won't budge*
Sinchen: "Open up!" *pushes harder*
Door: "F… yourself!" *Still won't budge*
Sinchen: "You stupid piece of sh..! Open up!!" *slams against the door with the shoulder and some momentum*
Frame: *CRACK!!* "You won!" *breaks apart*
Sinchen: "Stupid a..hole!! To hell with this f…ing piece of dogsh..!! Son of a b*tch!! "
The frame is totally warped and my efforts made the cheap 1950s wood, which has seen dreadful heat and icy coldness countless times, crumble. With a sad *ting* this piece fell down:
A piece of the frame broke off while some other parts are really crumbly. In the long run this door has to be replaced, but I must be able to fully close it in winter (I've even insulated that old piece of sh..)
What a morning! Instead of breakfast I had to do a distress repair. A LOT of wood glue, some screws and several hundred bad words later it looks like this:
Hammered a bit against the frame. Pushing, pulling, cussing. The latter the most. Now the door can at least be opened and closed again (far from normal).
This is gonna be one of those days…