I spy activity – hurrah!
As with any flare-up in an inflammatory condition, it always gets worse before it gets better but, hey, here we are, on the mend, and back ‘in business’ with elbows flying, so make some space there!
Started work on the fifth try at cutting out the wall for the back viewing area about, ooh, ten days or a week or so ago. Between feeling generally rough and an excess of total indecision, I didn’t get back to it until Monday this week.
Where was I? Those choices
- Decided that the warping issue
was one I’d have to live with as couldn’t find any boarding of the thickness needed locally and I’d still got a sheet of 5 mm Kapa board which is sold as being less likely to go ‘walkies’ with the passing of time.
- Was very reluctant to make the decision whether to stick with an interference fit or add hinges and use a bit of interference to hold it in place when closed.
- Even more reluctant to trim the wall piece I’d made by much on the old principle that it couldn’t really be stuck back on again if it was a mistake.
- The hinge decision was sort of taken by default on a try it and see basis.
I took the plunge
Trimmed it by a very little (as little as could get away with) and played around with framing this piece of Kapa board to help stop it from thinking of warping too much.
Sad realisation that the only hinges that we’d got and might work were piano hinges but even sadder when found that I’d have to recess them in on the body of the house if I wanted to keep the gap between door and body as small as possible.
At this distance in time I wasn’t sure where some of the wall struts sat but I measured up on the door and on the house and took a chisel to the house. I was very lucky in that the only damage to completed work was a lot of dust and mess floating around and the toilet roll holder fell off the wall in the bathroom.
I’d marked up the house and the moving wall and more or less fitted the hinges to the wall side so that I could then decorate both sides.
First coat on top half
Itchy now, waiting to get my hands on it – must go and find something else to mess around with.