It's a bit wobbly so here I'm fitting a brace I made from a bit of scrap.
Already I see an issue, it's going to sag with only 4 casters fitted, I shall have to mount a fifth centre one.
Really I'm glad I had it done as it did annoy me fairly frequently, he didn't listen to me when I asked him not to bother sending the flesh away for testing as I considered it pointless, but he sent it and it naturally came back positive for the cancer he sought, but since he'd already chopped it out it was a pointless waste of taxpayer money. It's hard to change habits.
I also notice that I haven't clipped the under dash panel back in properly after the last time I had it out.
For those who haven't got it, Daisy is a white car and I've chosen to add yellow highlights, hence Daisy. White is such an ordinary colour (although a quantum leap ahead of the hordes of grey/silver ones that abound on our roads) that it needs a touch of colour added to it to brighten it up.
These tyres have been quite a surprise to me, after the first 1000 km my measuring indicated they would last a mere 5000 km but it seems they might have a very soft outer layer since they've now done 17,000 km. I'm at a loss to explain why I've never liked these tyres, they grip extra well, even in the wet, no nervous moments, they're not a tyre available to the Australian market though, perhaps because only tyres rejected by leading countries get imported here.
Until a fortnight ago I had never played Hoy which is merely a game of chance that fills in time but does give the mind a little bit of exercise as we have to react to the called card. We are given 13 cards from a deck and many decks may be used if the house is large but the tendency is to deal any persons hand from a single deck, the game ends when your 13th and last card is called.
My reason for long windedness is on my first ever game a fortnight ago the very first five cards called were in my hand, odds that by my calculations are a bit over the 1 in 2000 mark, then of course things rapidly returned to the usual failure and I didn't win, nor have I ever won a game but we do get to socialise a little, something for me that was lacking for many years.
What's not bad is that we have closure to the mystery, closure being an important release when tragedy strikes.
The loco is added just to make the picture a bit happier, not to illustrate the train wreck it's become.
Errol from the information I have was 68 years and 335 days old, sadly and coincidentally his aunt died within hours or even minutes of his death.
After testing it out I figured I had no real need to change it from the green auto setting so I've used a bit of UV setting fingernail paint to fix it in place, if needed the knob can still be rotated after a bit of extra force breaks the seal.
Some rhinestones padded the shutter button to give it a nice feel.
This S7000 camera ticks a lot of my boxes for what I like in a camera, fairly good picture quality, a useful 20x zoom, comes in a non-black colour, is USB chargeable, small and light enough to carry anywhere in a pocket, and at the time I bought it a sharp price.
I have used it to post a fair number of shots to this weblog but you'll have to check the EXIF (which I leave in the shots I take) to see where it's been used.
After much work I finally gained access to it but the years do condemn and I consider it somewhat beyond my ability to fix.
Happily this prompted me to seek a replacement lens which to my surprise I found one at a not too outrageous price and grabbed, the new lens is a 10-30mm job which is a technically superior unit to this base model 11-27.5mm one. I say technically because I was struck by how good the images were from this inferior lens.
Note the lovely blue sky and lack of breeze, now thanks to the wonders of satellite we know there's a cyclone approaching but in the past it would have come as a surprise. I don't think that "Debbie" has our name on it, for us I just think we'll have a bit of wind and rain but nothing major, I'd be more concerned if I was further South in Ayr.
I wish my chest would clear up so I could put a bit of effort into things but I have grave doubts about it ever coming good again.
Kudos to Rita our boss on the far right here who plays piano, she's really quite superb and she makes our Ingham group of Sing Australia a very fortunate one.
Sometime in the future I'll attack it with a windows laptop, which in past testing was vastly more reliable.
It does work but the problem is the post at the lower left here, it's misshapen and binds slightly at this fully closed position resulting in a bent link wire if it's opened by pushing a finger in the spot cast on it, but that isn't a real problem here as we always have vents open and even if shut it's easy enough to push the other vane to open them.
This is the second vent on Daisy to break so a definite design weakness methinks. To be fair to Proton though there's bugger all else I can moan about.
On the 24th March 1917 my Grandmother's brother Sgt. John (Jack) McGregor 4881 was killed in action by a sniper's bullet to the head.
War service has largely been missed by my family, one grandfather was too young for WW1 yet a family man and too old for WW2, the other grandfather was asked by his family to just stay and do one more harvest after he was old enough to join WW1, but the war was over by then, he too was a family man and too old for WW2. My father was too young for WW2 and Korea never crossed his mind at the time, perhaps a good thing given how Korean veterans were shunned upon their return.
Myself I was too young for Vietnam, given Australia withdrew from action by the end of 1972.
So really of my blood kin I'm limited to Jack, my maternal Great Uncle who was killed in WW1, and John Smyth VX48125 who was a Rat of Tobruk and survived WW2.
This is the war service record photo of John Smyth, I'd say because he had about the same lack of tallness that I have that his remaining a private throughout his many years of war service is quite believable.
Now I'll add copies of what I have from the Red Cross file into Jack's death.
Jack didn't receive any medal and he mother certainly couldn't have as she had died shortly after my Grandmother was born, something her father always held a grudge against her for.
This is from Jack's commanding officer Captain Trainor, a write up to be proud of, of course Jack had already achieved the highest rank possible for someone from a non-privileged family so gaining a medal was just that step too far.
Sgt. Hills testimony here to me is a good straight facts one that I favour is correct about the place where Jack was killed.
I've marked in pink where I suspect Jack was shot. On the edge of Doignies chasing Germans back to the Hindenburg line.
And to end my little tribute a photo of my Grandmother with her older Brother Jack.
dunno whether (almost a pun) this URL should become active sometime in the near future IINGHAM5
Those who have eyesight may notice that the solar panel for measuring radiation will have accuracy problems in the tropics.
Then I discovered that it's a vastly more difficult job than I expected.
Interesting that the RH bank previously had been set one tooth out (retarded) so there's a chance it may run differently when I finish this chore.
Olivia has banned me from working on cars in future but it's a reminder to me why Daisy is a small 4 cylinder.