Keep your heads down, ladies

There's all sorts going on today, so we get our walk good and early with Dad, unusually for a Saturday, setting the alarm clock. It'll never do! Roll on Project Erroll!. Main event is the local Horticultural Society's annual dinner where Dad, as Treasurer, has to be around to round up the money from the few last non-paying stragglers.

Before that we need to move the 2CV down to Llew's workshop. Although the old girl passes her MOT every year, the floor pan and 'fire-wall' are becoming an embarrassing patchwork of welded-in metal bits and Llew advises Dad that it's probably time to start again with a major body job, ripping out and replacing inner and outer firewall, both sills and floor pans both sides of the chassis. Luckily, on a bolt-together 2CV it's not that difficult (or expensive) to lift the body shell off the chassis and get at the underside, cut all that lot out and weld in new. So 'Clara Bow' is away in hospital at present and the driveway is full of 'sensible' cars.

As main contact for the local branch of the 2CV club, Dad gets quite a few calls from would-be owners trying to buy, and would-be sellers trying to offload cars. Quite often these can be neatly knitted together, but Dad usually passes any 'for sale' cars onto Llew, and so it was the gang were off to Stelling Minnis, a village SE of Canterbury to see a car which turned out to be one we knew. 8-9 years ago this car was fully restored by a N Irish chum Sam. Sam then moved back to NI leaving the car for Dad to sell, in his wake. Sam's now back from NI and Dad wonders whether he might be a possible customer for his old friend.

Meanwhile as the Arab World lives in interesting times we have both Llew's some-time girlfriend (Jean) and Steak-Lady currently out there on holiday. Keep your heads down, ladies.

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