A visitation

Peter turned up at half nine, and by half eleven had done the three jobs he'd come for. Two of them, the Hurricane remote switch and the toilet tank sender, went through without trouble and entirely successfully. The third was also successful, but took rather longer.

This was replacing the rev counter where the hours counter had added 41,000 hours off its own bat. Peter had originally suggested he could post me the replacement gauge – "It's only three screws" – but I, having heard this sort of thing before*, was a shade less sanguine. It was straightforward in a sense, it was just that the back of the engine panel is a mass of cables, most of which don't need moving, and, for added interest, some of the nuts securing the cables to the terminals were 10mm, and the rest the nearest imperial size, something like 8/32nds.

Finally it was all done, and we could settle down with a cup of tea/coffee and have a catch up natter, as well as thinking ahead to planning for Crick Show.

Peter left just before lunch, and we had a quiet time before Elanor and Sally arrived. They're spending the afternoon and part of the evening with us, delivering post and having dinner. Elanor also brought me a box of twelve bottles of assorted beer from the Marston's shop. At £15 for the dozen, it's seriously good value.

As tweeted yesterday, Sally caught her first rabbit the other evening. On investigation, it proved to be suffering from myxomatosis, so Elanor declined to take it home to cook. It would be unfair to suggest that only a myxy bunny would be too slow to escape!

*In my early days, from economic necessity, I did my own motor servicing, and learnt to view with bitter disillusion that classic phrase in the Haynes' manual "Reassembly is straightforward, being a simple reversal of the dismantling process".