Thurs.18.05.06. I arrived at Westmead to find Chris frustrated. The phone had never stopped all morning, the house had been noisy with sickly grandchildren, the level of dust in the house was beginning to annoy Marion, Chris’s wife, but notably there were nevertheless too many small, insignificant yet crucial jobs that must be completed today. Consequently his concentration span was below zero. We would begin one task, move to another, and another then another, never able to complete any. I occupied much of my time by tidying the garage, arranging the boxes of salvaged parts from the old chassis. Simple jobs, but essential. The job list that Chris had formulated had, in the main, been abandoned at the expense of a disruptive morning, followed by a leisurely lunch; both factors limiting the progress of the Burlington.
The windscreen, folding or not, aero screens, yes or no, both or one had been debated thoroughly. The windscreen supports that we had bought the day before had given us too many options but had re-opened the choice of a fixed or removable screen. The real problem, however, was that the Burlington screen measured identically to that of the Morgan. I, personally, thought that this would never be possible, but it was. We could now use a genuine Morgan Screen if we wished. The issue of the budget for the car again came into play. A new screen at £400.00, wind deflectors at £100.00, adjustable screen supports at £100.00 were all compared to the alternative £60.00 used aero screens. We agreed to wait for Colin’s input tomorrow delaying the final decision. This would be the prudent option: so we moved on to the more mundane labour of rubbing down the wings then cleaning out the tub. The day had finished on a high note; the morning slough of despond had evaporated into ambitious hope. We were back on track
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