Serves me right.

I thought I was clever last weekend when reading of the disease Don Bradman had that got him turfed out of the military in WW2 and realising it was almost exactly describing the pain I've had for years. Fibromyalgia, or Fibrositis as it was called back then. I've been so happy finding a name for it that my body must have decided to strike back, now I've come up with what feels like another dose of diverticulitis, at least this is an old man's condition rather than the woman's one Fibromyalgia is.
Anyway the walking stick is out and I do resemble a question mark a bit more than usual until it hopefully wears off.

 Now I'm going to sit back and have a beer, and since this is a picture weblog here's a photo of the coin toss. South Africa won and will bat, good luck to both teams, pity the USA doesn't play much cricket, the T20 game here would suit them, being only long enough to get a beer glow, rather than the longer game's drunken stupor.

Work lamp.

I grabbed a LED floodlight to replace one of the old units at the rear of our house but became disenchanted with what I'd need to do with the wiring to make it up to spec, so I decided to turn it into a workshop light.
This gave me a good excuse to recycle some old stuff into something useful again.

Now a bolt and old mower blades don't feel useless and unloved any more.

Lambda sensor.

Since I'm fairly hardcore DIY I took the harder but much cheaper option to replace Cubby's oxygen sensor, and as I'm getting a bit fancier with my work these days, I even used heat shrink tubing to make it look a bit fancier. 

Since the cheap universal sensor came with bare wires I decided to adopt readily found computer power connectors. The old sensor was obviously original because it was as tight as buggery in the manifold, and since they're supposed to become tired after 130,000 km or so I thought the less than $20 expense to be a fair idea, as well as much cheaper than the $100 odd for one with the proper plug.

The finished job. The blue thing is a bit of steel strapping I cut, drilled, bent, and painted so it had a pretty new mount, easy to access and out of the heat.

Rates time.

Only $106 more than last year, after years of savage increases I haven't groaned (and shaken my fist, muttering damn hippies get a haircut) at this one.

Anyway it's paid thanks to the wonder of internet banking.

Quick delivery too as the council only had their meeting yesterday to approve the amount, or should I say rubber stamp them through.

Lovely but cost a fortune.

The pathway to the new footbridge over Log Creek has been laid and it's most welcome.
We see far more non-vehicle people pass by our house since the bridge was built.

Oh dear. How sad. Never mind.

Naturally the seal I'd bought a month back to hopefully stop a slight leak from the diff was the wrong size, so Jimmy had to pushbike up town to try and find the right one, fingers crossed tomorrow morning the seal will arrive and I can finish the job. I was pleased to see the old one was slightly damaged, so it should be the culprit.

Tightening the crank bolt.

Jimmy had to think outside the square to think of a simple method to tighten the crank bolt again.
I suppose it's a no-no but resting the pulley on a jack stand buffered with a bit of rubber did the job.
My rattle gun is as weak as water so I had to nut out an easy way of getting a satisfactory result.