We managed to get one of the waste bins partially dismantled, which gives us the basis for a planter trough.
There were eight screws on the hinge and five came out easily. Two came out less easily. And the final one wouldn’t budge. I applied my jemmy. It still didn’t budge. Eventually I had to drill the head of the screw, which finally worked. Only two more to go, plus a bit of internal remodelling.
I feel a bit retro using the term jemmy, it’s one of those words from the world of pea soupers and mysterious foreigners in Limehouse, along with rozzers, darbies and petermen. A lifetime of reading classic crime has certainly broadened my vocabulary.
It’s an on-going process, and we’re going to have a bit of work to do yet, but it seems a shame to throw them out.
Good work!
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The planters from wastebins is an interesting project.
I really don’t like planters – too much watering. But the groups love them and we have the bins available.
Far to good to waste…
Ah jemmies…DH calls them “persuaders” Doesn’t matter the size, they do the trick.
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Coming on
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Oh, the things I learn reading this blog! 😉
Mostly good I hope. 🙂
Oh, yes!
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Yes, too good to waste!
If you can eat them it’s “foraging” not “weeding” and always seems more fun. 🙂
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Straight up, Gov, it looks like you’re doing a bang up job.
Is it my imagination or have you justturned Cockney?
Born in Marylebone High Street
Ah, old habits die hard. 🙂