OK, the temperature gauge in the car reads 32, it's still a smidgin before mid-morning as I glide so carefully along Norfolk's dreamy yet pothole striken lanes with the world's most fragile bass amplifier ensconced and belted up on the passenger seat. I know that damn thing will shake itself to bits again as soon as it is plugged in, but we've put a lot of effort into fixing, re-fixing and de-snagging the lovely old thing, so I can't let this 40 mile journey wreck the good work. Again.
Cracking open the window grants me a blast of Mediterranean dusty heat - all that's missing really is the compound odour from the seat of a late-70's Fiat 127 - you know, that mix of donkey straw and an ironing board cover that long past its best. But it's a German estate car and I'm not in Alaior, I'm approaching Lenwade.
Mission accomplished - everyone happy - off to the next thing. I have 52 minutes of less careful driving to figure out the best way to engineer a decent outcome from the organization of a pot of good tea, a banana milkshake, and a couple of doppio espressos to refresh a man without who the poster for the 2003 release of Timeline could not have been properly created, a man who once made a suggestion in a bar on Snig Hill that would change the entire world, and the guy behind an elephant on a unicycle. Actually Snig Hill guy and Elephant guy is already sorted - they just need to know that. Snig Hill NEEDS to see this Hellcat though.
Ping! Whatsapp informs me that a particularly special tapped P-90 has arrived from a valley in Baden-Württemberg - Build #11 is on the home straight! As it's KeeF I'm off to see, I must remember it's Barnham Broom, not Mattishall. I'm so excited about the P-90, I note familiar façade of the Mattishall Swan Inn.
There is a glimpse of my day today, but what I really want to give you a glimpse of is the series parallel mod for the TEJ I finally drew up correctly and ISF demonstrated ample soldering skills to achieve in that little cavity. What do you think?
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