once i asked a neighbour if i could borrow her hammer, and she looked at me, puzzled: 'Don't you have a stone?' Oh, right, of course. Now i've got a reasonable one, and between that, a bush knife and a little swiss army knife, you've got my png "tool box". (Though i could still do with some pliers.)
this morning i was moving some furniture around and bumped the phone cord. i paused, picked up the phone and - argh - there was no dial tone. i stopped work and looked at the socket closely; it was hanging haphazardly from the skirting board, as normal, but there was something funny about the cords - tho what i couldn't quite tell; i hadn't peered at them closely before. there seemed to be a number of wires fingering the air instead of their box.
ignoring my lack of experience here, i pried off the box's cover and unscrewed the lot, and - i know this isn't a very tricky job, but there were 8 holes and four wires, and no instructions - and anyway with the little swiss tools and half an hour, i had a dial tone again.
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