The Tesco store yesterday morning was full of fresh-faced and attractive young women suitably attired for the hot weather. Not a good day to be gender dysphoric.
My day was spent getting very hot, grubby and oily fettling my automotive folly. Last time I posted about it I was optimistic about getting it on the road, that was before I discovered a section of chassis that had succumbed to fifty years of rust and had more holes than a Swiss cheese. So yesterday was spent with my dad, welding in a repair section. He's better at welding than me and anyway since it's his welder he won't let me near it. He seems to think I'll break it.
We have a bees nest this year somewhere not far from where the car is kept. My dad wasn't quite sure where it is, but as we worked we were interrupted by confused bees intent on suicide. I think they were attracted to the solvents in the paint as I dealt with some perforated bodywork. As we were out in the sun, our local buzzard turned up and started wheeling in the sky above us. Great, he's eyeing us up as potential food, we're in the desert scene of a thousand Western movies.
The kind of motor enthusiast who wears string-backed driving gloves would shudder at this, to repair a non structural disconnect between two panels I used builder's gap filling adhesive. Amazingly this stuff is very effective in this application, I've used it this way for years and unlike body filler it remains stuck to painted metal. But forgive me, for I have sinned against all that is dear to classic car enthusiasts.
So there it is, a car with less holes in it. Still off the road, but it's almost starting to look useable. I'm much indebted to my dad for his welding.