Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
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9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2inding I haven’t got the time, let alone getting round to make the many things I want to make or mend myself.A retired colleague, a patient of mine as well, whose back I had once operated upon, had come to see me a year before I retired with pain down his arm. Another colleague had frightened him by Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2 saying it might be angina from heart disease - the pain of angina can occasionally radiate down the left arm. I rediagnosed it as simply pain from aEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
trapped nerve in his neck that didn’t need treating. It turned out that in retirement he was running his own oak mill, near Godaiming, and we quickly 9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2equipped industrial sawmill behind his home. There was a stack of dozens of great oak trunks, twenty foot high, beside the mill. Eighty thousand pounds’ worth, he told me when I asked. The mill itself had a fifteen-foot-long sawbed on which to put the trunks, with hydraulic jacks to align them, and Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2a great motorized bandsaw that travelled along the bed. The tree trunks - each weighing many tons - were jostled into place using a specialized tractoEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
r. All this he did by himself, although in his seventies, and with recurrent back trouble. I was impressed.I spent a happy day with him, helping him t9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2 machinery was deafening (we wore ear defenders), but the smell of freshly cut oak was intoxicating. I drove home that evening like a hunter returning from the chase, with the planks lashed to the roof rack of my ancient Saab - a wonderful car, the marque now, alas, extinct - that has travelled over Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2 200,000 miles and only broken down twice. The roof rack was sagging under the weight of the oak and I drove rather slowly up the A3 back to London.ThEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
e next morning I went to collect my bicycle from the bicycle shop in Wimbledon Village, as it likes to be called, at the top of Wimbledon Hill. Brian,9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2paid him.‘I suppose you can’t afford the rates?’‘ Yes, it’s just impossible.’‘How long have you been here?’‘Forty years.’He asked me for a reference, which I said I would gladly give. He is by far the best and most knowledgeable bike mechanic I have ever met.‘Have you got another job?’ I asked.‘Deli Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2very van driver,’ he replied with a grimace. ‘I’m gutted, completely gutted.’T remember the village when it still had real shops. Yours is the last onEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
e to go,’ I said. ‘Now it’s all just wine bars and fashion boutiques. Have you seen the old hospital just down the road where I worked? Nothing but ri9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2 I amprone to do. Two old men consoling each other, T thought, as T bicycled down the hill to my home. Twenty years ago 1 lived with my family in a house halfway up the hill. 1 assume that the only people who can afford to live in the huge Victorian and Edwardian villas at the top OÍ the hill are ba Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2nkers and perhaps a few lawyers. Alter divorce, of course, surgeons move to the bottom of the hill, w here Ĩ now live w hen not in Oxford or abroad.rhEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
e oak boards needed to be dried at room temperature for six months before 1 could stall working on them, so 1 clamped them together with straps to sto9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2them into the house for further drying.Now that 1 wras retired and back from Nepal, the wood was sufficiently dry for me to Stan W'ork.When my first marriage had fallen horribly apart almost twenty years earlier and 1 left the family home, 1 took out a large mortgage and bought a small and typical n Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2ineteenth-century semidetached house, two up and two down, with a back extension, at the bottom of Wimbledon Hill.The house had been owned by an IrishEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
builder, and his widow sold the house to me after his death. 1 had got to hear that the house was for sale from the widow’s neighbours, who were very9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2f, approached by a passage at the side of the house. Over the next eighteen years 1 subjected the property to an intensive programme of home improvements, turning the garage into a guest house (of sorts) with a subterranean bathroom, and building a workshop at the end of the garden and a loft conver Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2sion. 1 did much, but not all, of the work myself, rhe subterranean bathroom seemed a good idea at the time, but it floods to a foot deep from an undeEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
rground stream if the groundwater pump Ỉ had to have installed beneath it fails.The loft conversion involved putting in two large steel beams to suppo9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2d). With my son William’s help I dragged the heavy beams up through the house and. using car jacks and sash cramps, manoeuvred them into position between the brick gables at either end of the loft. There was then an exciting moment when, with a sledgehammer, I knocked out the diagonal braces that su Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2pported the original purlins. I could hear the whole roof shift a few millimetres as it settled onto the steel beams. I was rather pleased a few yearsEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
later to see a loft conversion being done in a neighbouring house - a huge crane, parked in the street, was lowering the steel beams into the roof fr9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2ied many books in advance. The attic room, I might add, is much admired and I have preserved the chimney and the sloping roof, so it feels like a proper attic room. Most loft conversions I have seen in the neighbourhood just take the form of an ugly, pillbox dormer.I have always been impatient of ru Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2les and regulations and sought neither planning nor building regulation permission for the conversion, something I should have done. This was to causeEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
problems for me when I fell in love with the lock-keeper’s cottage. I could only afford to buy it if I raised a mortgage on my house in London (I had9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2 the necessary permits’ for the loft extension from the local council, which, of course. I did not have.With deep reluctance I arranged for the local building inspectors to visit. I expected a couple of fascist bureaucrats in jackboots, but they couldn’t have been nicer. They were most helpful. They Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2 advised me how to change the loft conversion so as to make it compliant with the building regulations. The only problem was that the property developEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
ers who were selling the lock-keeper’s cottage were getting impatient. So, over the course of three weeks, workingmainly at night as I had not yet ret9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2which I had once slipped and broken my leg. I also installed a wirelessly linked mains-wired fire alarm system throughout the house. This last job was especially difficult as over the years I had laid oak floorboards over most of the original ones. Running new cables above the ceilings for the smoke Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2 alarms involved cutting many holes in the ceilings and then replastering them. But after three weeks of furious activity it was all done, and I am noEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
w the proud possessor of a ‘Regularisation Certificate’ for the loft conversion of my London home, and I also own the lock-keeper’s cottage.As soon as9MAKING THINGSA long time ago I had promised my daughter Sarah that I would make her a table. I am rather good at saying I’ll make things, and then fi Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2tom of the garden, which backs onto a small park and is unusually quiet for a London home. I was over-ambitious and made the roof with slates and, despite many efforts on my part, I have never been able to stop the roof leaking. I cannot face rebuilding the whole roof, so two plastic trays collect t Ebook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2he water when it rains, and serve as a reminder of my incompetence. Here I store all my many tools, and it was here that I started work on Sarah’s tabEbook Admissuons life as a brain surgeon: Part 2
le. In the garden, which I have allowed to become a little wild, I keep my three beehives. London honey is exceptionally fine - there are so many gardGọi ngay
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