Just the other night, a door handle in the
bogs bathroom facilities at work failed. And although we share an estate with the construction firm that actually built our office building, getting anything out of them beyond a vague promise to get somebody to have a look in the warehouse and ring back tends to be a bit fraught. Such is the nature of the construction industry, I guess.
Fortunately, I found
a suitable replacement on the Internet, and I happen to live almost just across the road from a
Screwfix trade counter. Or
Snoofix, as I'm going to call them from now on. When I opened the package (yes, as soon as I got out into the fresh air; patience is something that happens to other people) to check whether all mounting hardware was included (it is -- plus a pair of long bolts for fixing
through a door, with another handle or a fingerplate on the opposite side to conceal the holes) but there were actually
two identical handles in the box! So, we have a spare for when the next one breaks. (Looking at the remains, someone must have had the torque turned up way too high and overstressed the plastic mounting bosses, so it's a race against time.)
There was all manner of glorious stuff on display there, too. It's a good job I was under obligation to get a receipt showing nothing but the items I was authorised to purchase .....