Just found this site, not sure if it is wireless or wired at this point though: http://www.ielectronic.co.uk/cctv/diy-cctv-systems.html

Good link that, at least I now know where the thermostat is although it sounds like it could be something else as well.
 
Belling have told me I can take out an on site contract with them for £13.99 a month for a minimum of 12 months which works out to £167.88 for unlimited call outs for 12 months and they will fix this fault inclusive for that fee.
 
A single visit call out with a fix is priced at £139 so not a bad offer for 12 months maintenance.
 
Not sure how much a thermostat will be as I can't actually find one for my model, they seem to range from £10 to £40 though.
 
Include that cost and the possibility of much swearing, sweating and blood loss and the 12 months warranty isn't a bad option.

OK, new house came with a Belling Country Chef 924 range cooker which has a fan and convection oven.
 
Neither worked well until I discovered both door seals were gone, replaced those (£70 ouch) and the convection oven is now fine, however:
 
The fan oven doesn't turn off when it reaches temperature, no matter what you set it on the heating light stays on and only goes out when you turn it right down, I'm guessing this is the thermostat but have no clue as to where it is or how to change it.
 
Any ideas or point me to a forum that might know?

1979 FS1E with no lights and half a seat used for over the local track only
1980 Vespa Primavera (1975)
1981 Lambretta GP200 (might have been an indian one. can't remember)
1982 RD250 took my test on this then sold it to buy a clapped out car (why?!!!!)
Had a little break from serious bikes to take up drinking and girls, but had some odd bikes in this period such as a C90 step through, a couple of GP 100s, a trail bike thing I can't remember what it was, all with top boxes and used for commuting only until they broke, nothing worth more than £50 at the time.
1987 Yamaha RTX100 (I think that's what it was, might have been RTS, it had 'energy induction' written on it, but I don't think it was a turbo!)
1988 Honda VT250 then a VT500E (test rode a Katana and ended up with the 500E - again why?!!!)
1989 Kawasaki GPX750R kept this a while as it was very smooth
Not sure of the next years but there was a CB750 and a couple of others that I can't remember, mostly poopers but I kept the GPX for most riding and commuting.
2001 Lambretta TV175 series III (1964) proper Italian model, special edition in original paint (wish I'd never sold this).
2001 Fazer 600 registered February 2001 the first foxeye on the roads round here, got a lot of attention in the first few months, I sill own my Fazer and use it every day, now has a gazillion miles on (I don't actually know as the speedo stopped working for about 18 months after a tyre change and didn't work until the next tyre change when the plastic sender was changed)
2002 Suzuki GSXR750 had this for 2 years, good fun
2012 Lambretta TV175 series III (1965) proper Italian Innocenti machine, sadly this one has been restored in white and silver paint but it is all original parts and goes quire well as it has a Mugello kit and 12 volt conversion, standard brakes though so stopping is a bit scary.
 
I suppose I'm going to have to change the Fazer soon but been justifying keeping it as I haven't had a garage to keep a new bike in (scooter is in lock up about 5 miles from where I now live), so once the garage is built I no longer have an excuse to keep it.
I just can't imagine not having it really, I've never had a bike this long, I will definitely shed a    if she goes.
 

So I've moved house to a nicer area, similar sized property but with a side and rear access road for garages at the rear of the properties in my street, the adjacent street and the street behind.
 
My house did have a garage orginally but it had been knocked down and replaced with a falling apart large shed and a breeze block wall that Stevie Wonder built. In the dark. Wearing sunglasses. With one hand playing the piano - you get the idea.
 
I get some quotes and pick one and the builder starts work, almost immediately they get a visit from the local Granny Mafia:
 
GM: 'Wot's going on here then, what's that going to be, have you got planning permisison for that?'
 
So the answers are: We are building a garage, it's going to be a garage, don't need planning permission, checked with the council, anything else love?
 
GM: 'I'll be back' I was tempted to put here that her eyes glowed red and she stomped off leaving dents in the ground, but it was more of a shuffle with one hand on her bloomers to keep them up.
 
So on the builders go and down comes the old wall and shed and up goes the new brick built garage walls.
 
Next visit from Granny Mafia, this time a bloke who looks like he's been dug up:
 
GM DUB 'Your builders have piled up dirt outside my back wall'
 
Me: 'OK mate lets take a look then'
 
He shows me a stack of dirt up against his back wall in the same access road about 20 yards further down and thus 20 yards away from the 2 skips that the builders are filling up with excavated dirt etc. When I look I can see that this dirt is dry as a bone, caked up and cracked with huge weeds growing through it, clearly having been there some years.
 
I point this out to him and he immediately counters with: 'I've lived here 30 years and no one has ever had anything done down here, you can't use this road anway, it's only for the bungalows)
 
I say: 'Well on my deeds and local search that I have read and just completed, it clearly states that the side and rear access roads serve all properties in these 3 roads for access to garages and remain unadopted and unmaintained by the Council, it also states that ownership is wholly shared by all property owners whose properties are adjacent to the access road.'
 
GM (Dug up bloke) 'No it doesn't'
 
Me: Mate I've just told you what is says on my deeds, please don't tell me it doesn't say that, I've read it.
 
GM DUB: No it doesn't say that, you want to read them again, you can't use this road it's just for the bungalows.
 
Me 'Mate, you don't even have a garage so how does this affect you? I can assure you the access road is for all the houses otherwise why would these houses next to mine have garages?'
 
GM DUB: 'No they don't, none of them have garages, this is just for the bunglows.'
 
Me: 'What?!! You can see right there, this one has a garage and that one has a garage and that one down there, that bloke uses his everyday for his motorbike'
 
GM DUB: 'No he doesn't, these people all can't use this road, it's for the bungalows only'
 
Me: 'You are really trying my patience now mate, as you're old I'm being polite but please go away now and don't keep bothering my builders as when you stop them working it's costing me money'
 
GM DUB: 'You can't use this access road it's not for you it's for the bungalows only'
 
Me: 'Enough now, just go away'
 
So Dug Up Bloke shuffles off still mumbling about deeds and access and bungalows, definitely very unhappy.
 
So then the builder tells me about another visit they had from another neighbour who berated them as 'her husband had to park in the street last night' He tells me that she said as they had dug the footings for the garage wall and left the trench to cure overnight full of concrete, this guy decides he can't drive down the access road in case he drives into the trench, never mind the trench is a few inches further in on my property than the previous leaning out wall was, so he has got more room than before!
 
Anyway building work carries on and the next day another Granny Mafia member turns up, this time it's an old girl who incredulously enough looks older than the previous two visitors - we must be near Il Capo dei Capi by now or they'll be using a ouji board to speak!
 
So GM Capo opens with, 'You can't use that garage for cars'
 
Me: 'Sorry love, why not?'
 
GM Capo: 'Well the houses on this side of the road (points to her side) own 2 meters of the access road and the houses on your side own 1 metre of the access road, so if you drive a car down here you're driving on my property'
 
Me: (Trying not to giggle) 'Where did you get that information from love?'
 
GM Capo: 'I've lived here 47 years' (I kid you not, she looked like she'd lived UNDER it for 45 of those years), 'No one has ever done anything down here' (Ah, this sounds familiar), 'Anyway it says that on my deeds'.
 
Me: 'On your deeds eh? So how long have you had those then? 'cos mine are new and up to date'
 
GM Capo: 'I've lived here 47 years and I've had my deeds all that time, this road is just for the bungalows, these houses have got no right'
 
Me: 'Your deeds are 47 years old and they measure the ownership share in metres? That shows some forward thinking' (This goes right over her grey haired head).
 
GM Capo: 'You can't use it for a garage, you can't drive down here'
 
Me: 'What about all the other people on this side that use their garages accessed by this road'
 
GM Capo: 'No they don't'
 
Me: 'No they don't what'
 
GM Capo: 'Use garages'
 
Me: 'Yes they do, there's several garages right in front of you'
 
GM Capo: 'No there isn't'
 
Me: 'Oh dear, I think I see where this is going, sorry love you need to go away now, we need to get building'
 
GM Capo: 'Well you can't use it, it's just for the bungalows'
 
Me: 'Bye love' turns back and goes in.
 
It seems that no matter where you go, how hard you try, there's always someone who wants to f**k up your little bit of happiness simply because they have nothing better to do. 
 
 

I had an interesting experience a coule of weeks ago, after filtering thrugh a traffic queue on a turn left junction on the A12 I got to the front of the queue ready to turn onto the side road (30 mph limit) and the chap in the car at the front of the queue started honking and hooting and waving his arms about.
 
I ignored it and when space came pulled onto the side road and heard a screech of rubber behind me and saw the car behind shoot forward and then race up to my rear tyre with the engine revving furiously.
 
Looking in the mirror I could see the contorted face of a man posessed who then tried to under take me, over take me and drive through me for the next half mile, I remained calm and stayed in the centre of the road, nothing changed this bloke's mood, as I slowed down for other traffic or sped up to keep up the pace, he was gurning and shouting and swerving all over the back of my bike.
 
Eventually after about half a mile I pulled in and he shot past waving his arms in the air and gesticulating, I pulled back out and then followed him until he got caught in traffic.
 
The look in his eyes in his rear veiw mirror was priceless when he realised I had only pulled over to let him through so I could follow him, I could literally see the panic build up and when he stopped - up went the windows and clunk went the door locks - he had noticed I had got off my bike and was walking towards him.
 
I tapped on his window and asked him to tell me why he was putting my life at risk with his driving, he did his best to ignore me, until I am ashamed to admit, I became frustrated with him staring straight ahead as though I wasn't there and I gave his window a hard crack with armoured gloves.
 
He then wound the window down a tiny bit and shouted 'I'm calling the Police if you touch me' to which I replied that the only reason he wasn't lying on the pavement collecting his teeth up was because I was going on holiday that night and didn't want to miss my flight because of a pathetic, small cocked, tiny little road raging bully like him.
 
By this time he was deathly white and I thought having scared him enough I would deliver my parting shot - so I said 'there's a camera on my bike and I'll be handing over the evidence to the local Plod, expect a visit soon' (there is no camera) he looked completely crestfallen and I walked away.
 
What car was he driving?
 
A white BMW 1 series with blacked out windows, he was aged about 25.
 
 
 

Cat shit and weeds

Didn't get to the PO over the weekend (too much house stuff to get through) did have a word with the post room at work and they reckon the exhaust would be at least £20 to post so probably not worth it.

Any takers for collection at £30?

RM8 East London/Essex border, I reckon postage would be expensive.

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