Kinky?
Does putting orange juice on your breakfast cereal constitute one of your five a day?
Hope so. Phwoar.
A rapid entry today, as I have to rush about in a minute and find paperwork for the car hire people that establish my identity, which is a bit of a bugger as I'm most prudent about data security, as I'm told I should be, and shred everything as soon as it's served it's purpose. Hey ho. A tight couple of days here in the FoS, and somewhat stressy... been attempting to source a cheap bangabout to get me mobile in lieu of GLCdeceased, and who'd have thought it was so complex? Motors aplenty, but all in places thirty miles away; getting to view them is not so shimples(chirp). And with the most logistically complex weekend in months coming up...
On top of that, appalling news on the restoration to flight status of the MileEater has upped the stress ante in a most depressing way. Actually heard the beast run with my own ears on Wednesday, and a wonderful sound it was to. Smoking like a scouser, but that's to be expected with the amount of oil that was dumped in the pipes when the cylinder originally went bang. Baz was just setting up to balance the carbs, then reassemble when... contamination in the oil. A water leak somewhere, and it's not the water pump which would have been easy. No indeed. It's back to square one, and engine out.
Joy. At the eleventh hour and thirty minutes too, that was a bit heartbreaking for all concerned to say the least. But we're manly men here (except Mrs Baz who isn't); we pick ourselves up, we say "let's regroup" and the morning after, a new plan is hatched, which is why next week I'm picking up my newly bought second hand engine and we're dropping it in, so I can at least get SOME road this year while we analyse the problem in the rebuild and refit it during the winter.
Anyway, all in all motor hassles have added to the existing hassles and made this week quite an unpleasant place, and work has seemed a bit of a sanctuary; but by the end of yesterday's late shift, I was feeling more than a little strung out so Dave the Dave was good enough to drop me at the small pub on the corner, where a combination of "cheap beer night", chat, a decent tape on the box and eventually some rabid cider loosened up what needed loosening, and I feel much better today, thank you.
Hope so. Phwoar.
A rapid entry today, as I have to rush about in a minute and find paperwork for the car hire people that establish my identity, which is a bit of a bugger as I'm most prudent about data security, as I'm told I should be, and shred everything as soon as it's served it's purpose. Hey ho. A tight couple of days here in the FoS, and somewhat stressy... been attempting to source a cheap bangabout to get me mobile in lieu of GLCdeceased, and who'd have thought it was so complex? Motors aplenty, but all in places thirty miles away; getting to view them is not so shimples(chirp). And with the most logistically complex weekend in months coming up...
On top of that, appalling news on the restoration to flight status of the MileEater has upped the stress ante in a most depressing way. Actually heard the beast run with my own ears on Wednesday, and a wonderful sound it was to. Smoking like a scouser, but that's to be expected with the amount of oil that was dumped in the pipes when the cylinder originally went bang. Baz was just setting up to balance the carbs, then reassemble when... contamination in the oil. A water leak somewhere, and it's not the water pump which would have been easy. No indeed. It's back to square one, and engine out.
Joy. At the eleventh hour and thirty minutes too, that was a bit heartbreaking for all concerned to say the least. But we're manly men here (except Mrs Baz who isn't); we pick ourselves up, we say "let's regroup" and the morning after, a new plan is hatched, which is why next week I'm picking up my newly bought second hand engine and we're dropping it in, so I can at least get SOME road this year while we analyse the problem in the rebuild and refit it during the winter.
Anyway, all in all motor hassles have added to the existing hassles and made this week quite an unpleasant place, and work has seemed a bit of a sanctuary; but by the end of yesterday's late shift, I was feeling more than a little strung out so Dave the Dave was good enough to drop me at the small pub on the corner, where a combination of "cheap beer night", chat, a decent tape on the box and eventually some rabid cider loosened up what needed loosening, and I feel much better today, thank you.
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