The smell of cooking tar...

[muninnhuginn]

...greeted the ravens when they opened* the front door. There are now two sets of lights, giving identical signals, on the island at the end of the bus lane. The cycle lane is being painted red.

Visions of the ravens creeping out over lunch and "liberating" some tar in case of invasion should not trouble anyone. Really.

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* For which read jerked at and pulled at until it sprang open almost taking off our beak (and specs). Ingress currently requires the minimum of a shoulder charge.

Comments

[akicif.livejournal.com]

Seems like you've the same problem with your front door that we do - in the deepest part of winter it swells slightly (or the frame contracts) and it takes serious effort to get it to open or close - especially if you want to do it quietly.

Back when I was a kid, our next door neighbours used to nip out when the road was being resurfaced to beg a splash or two of tar for reinforcing the knees of pairs of trousers. At first they did this with just a splash of tar, then with a carefully brushed-on square, and finally by enclosing the tar between two layers of material. It seemed to work: they never had the holes in their legs that we did.

[muninnhuginn]

Yup. Happens most winters. I've only actually been completely unable to open the door once so far this year (though letting in the gasman was a struggle just now, followed by the inevitable epic quest for the meter in the cupboard under the stairs). We shave bits off the door, the problem goes. Next bad wet spell, the problem recurs. I suspect the whole terrace is slumping sideways gradually, though I'm not obsessive enough to monitor this.

You had/have holes in your legs? (Oops, spot of literal-mindedness creeping in there....)