I discovered this week why builders always have a tube of Superglue in their pockets, and how daft our method of heating houses here in the UK is. It’s all connected with the melee of activity that’s just starting to take over our lives at chez Derbyshire as we finally get round to all of the modernization tasks that we’ve been putting off for the last few years.
I assume that builders don’t generally glue many things together when building a house – or at least not using Superglue. More likely it’s that “No More Nails” adhesive that sticks anything to anything, or just big nails and screws. However, the source of my alternative adhesive information was – rather surprisingly – a nurse at the Accident and Emergency department of our local hospital.
While doing the annual autumn tidying of our back garden I managed to tumble over and poke a large hole in my hand on a nearby fence post. As I’m typically accident prone, this wasn’t an unexpected event, but this time the usual remedy of antiseptic and a big plaster dressing didn’t stop the bleeding so I reluctantly decided on a trip to A&E.
Being a Sunday I expected to be waiting for hours. However, within ten minutes I was explaining to the nurse what I’d done, and trying to look brave. Last time I did something similar, a great many years ago and involving a very sharp Stanley knife, I ended up with several stitches in my hand. However, this time she simply sprayed it with some magic aerosol and then lathered it with Superglue. Not what I expected.
But, as she patiently explained, they use this method now for almost all lacerations and surgery. It’s quicker, easier, keeps the wound clean and dry, heals more quickly, and leaves less of a scar than stitches. She told me that builders and other tradesman often use the same technique themselves. Obviously I’ll need to buy a couple of tubes for future use.
Meanwhile, back at the hive of building activity and just as the decorator has started painting the stairs, I discover that the central heating isn’t working. For the third time in twelve years the motorized valve that controls the water flow to the radiators has broken. Another expensive tradesman visit to fix that, including all the palaver of draining the system, refilling it, and then patiently bleeding it to clear the airlocks.
Of course, two of the radiators are in the wrong place for the new kitchen and bathroom, so they need to be moved. Two days later I’ve got a different plumber here draining the system again, poking pipes into hollow walls, setting off the smoke alarms while soldering them together, randomly swearing, and then refilling and bleeding the system again.
But what on earth are we doing with all this pumping hot water around through big ugly lumps of metal screwed to the walls anyway? Isn’t it time we adopted the U.S. approach of blowing hot air to where it’s needed from a furnace in the basement? When you see the mass of wires, pipes, valves, and other stuff needed for our traditional central heating systems you have to wonder.
Mind you, on top of all the expense, the worst thing is the lump on my arm the size of a tennis ball where the nurse decided I needed a Tetanus shot…