Well I don’t know about you, but I’m one of those people who is always starting one job before the last one is finished.
That doesn’t mean I never finish what I have started, I always do, what I mean is the start and finish is not necessarily on the same day.
Let me give you an example. I think I mentioned in a previous column I liked gadgets.
That goes hand in hand with the fact I like to invent things to make my life a bit easier.
You would think that by now I would have realised the truth. But as they say, there’s no optimist like an old optimist.
About two years ago, I built a 25ft greenhouse in our back garden.
That sounds a bit grand, but what I did was to cover over a long raised bed I had made the previous year. It was going to be a simple netting cover to keep the cats off the veg, but in true Pullyman style, ‘simple’ is not a word that could ever describe one of my jobs.
We moved to Onchan from Greeba about five or six years ago. We had lived in the country for 46 years, and one of my hobbies was building sheds. And guess what, our new bungalow was shedless. But not for long.
All right, before you turn to the crossword, I’ll come to the point. Back to the greenhouses. Yes, I thought you’d notice. I said ‘greenhouses’.
Well one day, a couple of years ago, I was giving the crops a drink of water when I had a brainwave, why not build an automatic watering system? So I did. But I never quite finished the job. I installed four 50-gallon tanks to store the rain water that was collected from the roofs.
I designed and constructed a network of drip pipes to deliver the water from the storage tanks to the beds, but because of the length of delivery pipes, I was working on a design for a header tank with an automatic electric float pump, when I had this brilliant idea to build an ecofriendly greenhouse heating system. So I started the next day.
The first phase was to build a heat store: a large hole in the ground, four feet deep and three feet square. The hole was lined with two inch thick insulation board with the joints sealed with duct tape.
The hole was packed with old wine bottles filled with water, and the spaces between with gravel. The tank lid was sealed, and a two-inch plastic inlet pipe was installed to collect warm air from the inside of the roof of one of the greenhouses during the day, and deliver it to the bottom of the tank.
The daytime air warmed the bottles and the gravel and in turn, the bottles warmed the cold night time air, which was returned to the inside of the greenhouse during the night.
The air was circulated 24/7 by two small fans inside the sealed system. The fans were powered by a 12v heavy duty caravan battery, which was kept charged by a solar panel mounted on the roof.
The system was monitored by a control box that had separate switches and fuses for each of the fans, and a volt meter and voltage regulator to show the battery power level and the charging rate.
And would you believe, it actually worked. I was amazed. But I was never completely happy with the control box. I thought it looked too clumsy, so I switched everything off and started to design a replacement.
Pause for breath, and fast forward to the present time. I had one or two jobs in progress, but I had decided to put them on hold and make an effort to finish off the two greenhouse projects first. So off I went to the plumber’s merchant.
As a general rule they are a direct bunch of folk used to dealing with customers who know what they want. They were always very helpful on my many shopping trips, but one day, curiosity got the better of one staff member.
‘Just what are you up to?’ I was asked. So I told him. After a millisecond of thought he said: ‘Well why don’t you just buy a ******** heater and a watering can?’ Some people have no sense of adventure.
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Pullyman – aka Michael Cowin – was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease around a decade ago, a condition that affects people in different ways. Michael discovered writing and Island Life is featuring some of his musings. Sometimes topical, sometimes nostalgic, read about life as seen through the eyes of Pullyman