Finally the tv was repaired. The tech bloke came, unscrewed the back of the tv. Unscrewed the power supply, unplugged the power supply, plugged the new one in, screwed it back into the tv and put the back on. Two minutes flat and I could have done the same except I have lost confidence in my ability to repair things. Such is aging.
You can see from the photo why the balcony door failed to proceed properly. He was a big strong dude and just lifted the extremely heavy door off its tracks, unscrewed these old bearing and screwed in the new stainless steel ones that will see us out, and lifted the door back onto the tracks. He then kindly tightened the inside handle screws and suggested I needed to clean the outside aluminum handle of salt air often as it was corroding. The door now slides beautifully, better than it ever has since we have been here.
My father used to rant against nylon bearings. I agree with him. When I hear that nylon bearings are used for train wheels, maybe I will be convinced that they are viable.
But same thing again, I could have done that. Well, with R's help to lift the door. I am so annoyed with myself that I have lost confidence in my ability to tackle such things. I have pulled carburettors to pieces and reassembled them, installed a heating system in an older car, done electrical work, plumbing work, electronic repairs, cut trees down with a chainsaw, hand renovated with saws and drills etc and now I am impotent and almost happily pay someone to do these repairs. I can now afford to pay for such things, but I wonder why I have lost confidence?
Let me give you an example as to why.
I bought a bolt for the balcony sliding door. We don't want Little Jo going onto the balcony without our supervision. What if she got up in the night and went for a wander and opened the door while we soundly slept on? I have fitted and repaired locks before. Should be no big deal. I opened the package and examined it carefully and worked out how to install it. While I have heaps of old drill bits I bought poisonously expensive new ones to make it all right. I did not rush into it. I try to be careful. If I am doing things with the taps or near a plug hole, I put the plug lest a screw fall down the hole.
I did not intend to install the lock tonight. I was just checking how to do it and get it right. I held the lock up to the door in the correct position. The bolt fell out, dropped onto the balcony and shot over the edge. I should have kept the door closed. Effing idiot. I humiliated myself by knocking on a ground floor apartment to retrieve the bolt. I would have happily paid for another set, but I was lucky. I spied it sitting in their garden. I was very apologetic and suggested this happened often, things falling off balconies and into their garden. No, was the reply. I felt worse. But I do recall an aircon tradie dropping a spanner into the same courtyard.
R said, you shake too much. Can we get a locksmith? Well, that is a nice version of what he said.