[Trisha]

Beetle shell keyed, washed and ready for spraying after Met Office soothsayers foretold of warm sunny weather. In reality it's cold, dull, grey, very wet and, if the sky's anything to go by, more rain is en route. What joy. And it's nowhere near time for bed.

 

[Trisha]

At long last, a brief window of warm air that has enabled painting of this shell. As it'll be a few days drying, I might as well get on with the next one, but not before a couple of well earned hours fast asleep in my scratcher.

 

[beardy56]

Now I know why you paint your beetles black, just better hope Mrs Grumpy doesn't start noticing all the different numbers and other little details

 

[Trisha]

You're about bang on, Keith. A rear wing is sometimes added to cause confusion. Regrettably Mrs Grumpy is beginning to wise-up to these cunning ploys. She's an avid F1 fan, and studies the 'form'. As usual, this Sunday I shall watch the race in contemplative silence.

By contrast, Mrs Grumpy will be effing and blinding at her least favourite drivers, and hurling more general abuse at her electric TV thing. I have informed her that people portrayed on a small screen can't actually hear her, but it never makes much of a difference to the tirade of monosyllabic vocab, mostly beginning with eff. Ne'er mind, eh? Almost bedtime.

 

[beardy56]

Pass her a few heavy but throwable objects and her electric TV thingy may be no more 😇

Or invite one of these over

😄🤣

 

[Trisha]

A few archive pics of the late and very great ace, Bernd Rosemeyer, who lost his life in January, 1938, in the world's first 'ground-effect' car.

 

[model murdering]

As usual, this Sunday I shall watch the race in contemplative silence.

Silence, yes. Me too. With a twist. For sporting events, I often mute the drivel. Gawd forbid I'd miss a nanosecond of scintillating pomp and circumstance from Mr Announcer man.

 

[Trisha]

Latest Beetle drying well, but might need a few more coats of paint. Dr Sodt dictates that I've run out of black, naturally.

 

[Trisha]

Shatto-nerf-duh-Carp has been moved and rebuilt, brick by brick, on the Mess, thus making a bigger mess than ever. Fools already in residence but plenty of room for more. Meanwhile, Gandhi got out of his Beetle, dropped his chips and is now deliberating upon the 909. He's threatening a written report tomorrow.

Mrs Grumpy, by contrast, is recreating scenes from WW2 in the kitchen. The racket sounds like a carnivorous dinosaur after eating a particularly virulent onion-based phal curry. I can't bring myself to look at the inevitable mess, but hope the oven might later improve the raw ingredients. Onward to to the next disaster...

 

[Trisha]

When your John Deere's in for servicing...

 

[Trisha]

Obsessive Compulsive is not necessarily a disorder.

 

[Trisha]

Fifteen quid for a small tin of paint and a pot of liquid glue. Little wonder that youngsters are not bothering with plastic kits.

 

[Trisha]

I wasn't entirely happy with finish of this shell after four topcoats of colour, so it's in the process of receiving at least four or five more.

 

[Trisha]

A shiny shell finally finished. I can now spend the rest of the day sleeping, reading The Three Bears, and generally avoiding the sort of things that grown-ups seem to consider as fundamental. Might even eat porridge for luncheon. Very grown-up.

 

[Trisha]

I doubt if Mrs Grumpy will notice the black Beetle taking shape, because there's a black Merc nearby, and I'm banking on the poor ol' thing not noticing the difference. Anyhow, it's drying for a few days, so I'll possibly start another, which she will notice. Duh...

Might just watch the Spanish GP again, though. Some parts of it were enjoyable for all the wrong reasons. Most inappropriate laughter is not usually something I'm proud of, but there are always exceptions.

 

[Trisha]

Heavy rain all afternoon up 'ere in the hills, so I've been at the Mess 😉 enjoying a few favourites. Dunno why but the front body mount worked loose in the black Beetle below, and dropped awf. Another repair job, therefore. Ne'er mind because I haven't been subject to a budget cap yet. A corduroy cap, yes. Much more useful.

 

[HiFi]

Of all the titfers owned, never had a corduroy cap - very Donovan ✌

 

[Under the stairs]

Sometimes the wife knows best

 

[model murdering]

Interesting sun shade in that daubing

 

[Trisha]

On the Twelfth day of Christmas my truelove said to me:

"Another bl**dy Beetle? For crying out loud, why does anyone need more than one? What on earth is wrong with you, idiot?"

The chorus is is less complimentary...