November, and the central heating had just started leaking everywhere
It was my own fault, I suppose. NEVER run a 'cleaning' solution through your system if the muck is the only thing keeping it watertight!

So I stayed up all night draining and removing all 4 rads in the flat. At 8am 4 shiny new rads turned up. I lugged them up to the 2nd floor and set about hanging them on the walls. Wifey goes to work.

I drilled a couple of holes for the first bracket, then moved up to the other end and drilled 2 more. Then I stuck my finger into one of the holes "to clear it". The 100-year old, filthy, splintered laths parted easily and then closed on my finger like a vice studded with needles. A little blood. Oh. Then I realised that all my tools were 2 metres away at the far end of the rad. I was alone in the house. What a plonker.
I tried for about 10 minutes to coax a screwdriver towards me with my outstretched toes, the whole while trying not to push, pull or twist my finger. Eventually I took off my trousers (no mean feat when you're one-handed and in pain) and used them to drag/snag a screwdriver to within reach.

My wife was very emotional when I told her about it later.

Be safe, kids!
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Fri 28 Feb 2014, 18:16, 3 replies)

Emotional = laughing like a loon?
Just wondering.
(uncle_bud is not the jelly roll king., Fri 28 Feb 2014, 18:57, closed)

my lips, like my radiators, are sealed

(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Fri 28 Feb 2014, 19:01, closed)

I can't help thinking...
... that returning to find one's partner has spent most of the day in a self-made Chinese finger-trap has to bring out the more humorous side of "emotional".

*click*
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Mon 3 Mar 2014, 18:09, closed)