Thurs.23.03.06. David is desperate for us to re-locate the tub as it is fouling his stables. We plan to move it, after Mothers day, down to Marylebone, when things will be more relaxed. I only finished my flower run at 1.00pm having clocked on at 5.00am, so I am a bit shagged out. I am not looking forward to messing with toxic, eye watering solvent in a confined airless space.
Chris and I have had a couple of hours in the cellar figuring out how the scuttle could have comfortably matched the bonnet, since both contours appear slightly incompatible. Studying original photographs as well as scratching away at the filler did not help the cause; this is another aspect of the project that continues to be addition piece of the puzzle. More urgently, we discussed David’s inquiries from the night before jointly deciding that we must shift the tub, tout suite, strip down the remaining rolling chassis, all before the weekend. But most significantly Chris has promised to host the new chassis, when eventually sourced, in his huge, double, fuck off garage. “It will be much easier to rebuild the car where we have space to work; it will only be for a few months anyway”. This kind offer was delivered somewhat nonchalantly but nevertheless it was immensely appreciated.
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