Door little Rich Girl

I have a working back door! Two of them! Ok, Ok, technically this hovel has two front doors and two back doors, plus a surplus of French Doors into the car-park (sorry, garden) which are nailed shut due to the office portions. But the door I refer to is the old laundry door, which opens, via flight of rickety wooden steps, down to where the bins – all three of them! – are lined up.

These bins are a separate issue – the council, in its infinite wisdom, when it finally twigged that this was no longer a pizza restaurant, nor a design studio for RSL clubs (I  kid you not: the architectural practice that owned / wrecked it practiced (in the art of not getting it right very often) the art of designing the sort of RSL club that sucks the very soul from your body. And in the process, got very rich. Rich enough to move out.) annnnyyyywaaaayyyy... the bins. Oh, yes, when the council twigged it was just a normal house again, they insisted that our bins were far too large, and we needed a normal domestic bin. They were duly left for someone to swap them... and what do you know. No one touched them, and there are still three illegally large bins (only two in the photo: this was before "The Fight for the Green Bin", of which more, anon).



Door Barrel Bolt - half inch of solid steel

 I digress. The door. It is rough wooden door, with just enough room for lizards to climb under the gap and run around inside. It also has a very shaky lock on it, so you may remember in a post about three months ago I wrote about the insane habit of the Australian Government banning door bolts as a public safety hazard. Thankfully on a recent trip to the UK I managed to secure a couple, and finally today got around to bolting the door before the lizards did likewise.

And very secure it is too. With a half inch barrel of solid steel, running into the door jam, it’ll have to be a tough lizard to break through that one. It's like locking the barn door after the nuts have bolted.