The weekend comes round again and ‘dad jobs’ raise their ugly head. This weekend, finishing a small bathroom cabinet I’ve thrown together in a bit of a rush, before relatives arrive next week. And to be honest, I’ve thrown it together so quickly, my idea for little sliding doors just isn’t working out. I reckoned I could get a couple of bits of Perspex cut and mount it in runners, but I’ve fixed the runner in place with a gap that’s too narrow for the door.

I suddenly remembered my little Stanley 98 & 99 side-rebate planes, which ended up saving the day. The 98 opened up the gap a treat and now the door slides smoothly. Normality is restored in the house, I can go back to my beer.

Our little soldier goes off into the battlefield.
Our little soldier goes off into the battlefield.

Well-equipped for his task ahead, he's taking wafer-thin shavings in his stride. What a credit to his battalion!
Well-equipped for his task ahead, he’s taking wafer-thin shavings in his stride. What a credit to his battalion!

Ploughing a lonely furrow across the lemon-scented wastes. You make it back from here, my boy, you'll get a medal!
Ploughing a lonely furrow across the lemon-scented wastes. You make it back from here, my boy, you’ll get a medal!

Demob happy! Our man has proved, despite his diminutive size, to be more than a match for a poorly-constructed bathroom cabinet. Good work soldier!
Demob happy! Our man has proved, despite his diminutive size, to be more than a match for a poorly-constructed bathroom cabinet. Good work soldier!