You all got me bang to rights, chaps. Xylon production had ground almost to a halt. Now seems to have lost momentum altogether. Was briefly having more fun making my M7A. Slightly less fun trying to earn a living and keep Mrs H in the style to which she is accustomed. Do you realise how much those Ferrero Rocher choccies cost? Lately all usable slot car time has been eroded to almost zero by constant demands of Howmet jr, Mk I and II. By some very careful planning on someone's part, Cricket, Tennis and various music lessons are contrived to occur at opposite ends of the borough on every evening of the week. School runs take care of remaining freedom. Three times have I laid devious plans to sneak out to East Molesey to gawp at a proper track. Three times have I been deflected by parent teacher meetings, selfish clients of my own discreet professional services, and lastly an emergency visit to the vet. Not for me. A hamster past it's sell by date. I ask you.
Attic layout has gathered a thin but very even veil of dust. The roast bison is beginning to give off an unpleasant odour.
I've got five more minutes on the Forum before I have to start work for the day. Not even time to warm up the soldering iron. Please, people- make it fun!
And by the way, BJ. Jackie Stewart never drove the Xylon wearing a three armed sweater. Mrs H couldn't manage the tartan stripes he demanded. When he had the audacity to complain, she threw a terrible wobbly that scared Jackie so much he feared for his life. Having survived Mrs H's tantrum (and few do...) he began to think carefully about further risks to his mortality, and how he might emeliorate them. Not a lot of people know this, but he later began a crusade for safety in racing. This was largely as a result of his encounter with Mrs H and her needles, during which (according to an unbroadcastable interview he later gave to Sir Jimmy Saville), his whole life flashed before his eyes.