Tools

[angelsephemera]

Anyone got some basic building tools they feel like lending me? Hammer and bolster, drill driver, cordless srewdriver etc...

[eyecatcher]

I like the brass neck no messing question.

What job do you need to carry out. I have a pretty comprehensive toolkit and can lend or help no problem

[dickyknee]

Nana screw

Global house

Home pro

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[MESmith]

Nana screw

Global house

Home pro

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Do they lend?

OP, Tools are cheap here. Not the quality ones, but good enough to do the job. Never lend tools here, they either never come back or they come back broken, dirty or whatever....

[eyecatcher]

Yes i prefer to lend and watch or do it myself so if i break them i can shout at myself.

quite right in fact that you shouldnt lend tools, in particular electric ones or ladders.

but i am ok to give guidance as i suspect the OP is not familiiar with tools.

sure he will pm me at some stage.

[Thakkar]

I might have posted this before elsewhere, but anyway, here's my take on tools:

Tools for the job

I've never been a big tools guy. I have however always encouraged friends and neighbors to buy quality tools, because I like to borrow the best. My dad was like that too. We lived next door to a ship's mechanic who was seldom around but had a comprehensive set of quality tools that we'd borrow from his wife. In exchange my dad let her eldest daughter give me Chinese lessons for free. Did I mention my dad was a great negotiator?

Anyway, I wish we had some proper tools when I got locked in the bathroom today. I closed the door, heard the lock snap of its own accord, tried to re-open it but couldn't. I called Mrs T through the door to get me out and she fetched our sorry excuse for a tool chest to see what she could use. While she banged away with a hammer on the other side, I decided I might as well brush my teeth and take a shower. By the time I was done, there was a hole where the door handle had been, but I was still locked in.

I could see Mrs T fiddling with a pipe wrench and wanted to ask how the hell that was supposed to help, but restrained myself as I could see that she was much agitated after twenty minutes of banging. She soon realized the wrench was useless. She went off and returned with two butter knives and handed me one through the hole. We twiddled the knives from both sides of the now damaged lock mechanism and finally managed to get the door open.

The problem occurred because of the bad quality lock we'd installed and I wanted to tell Wa she shouldn't have bought that cheap lock, but this wasn't an I-told-you-so moment. It never is, by the way.

We now have some idea as to how long it would take a burglar armed with a hammer and butter knife to break into our toilet: one hour. That's enough time for even the lethargic Thai police to get here, so the toilet would be a good place to store our valuables. Now all we need are some valuables.

We've agreed that good tools are essential to have around and have begun canvassing our neighbors to get an inventory.

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