Pete Moller rang at 3:50 pm to tell me he'd finished the bus, so shot through to New Plymouth to pick it up.

Brought it home, and parked it on the driveway where I could look at it last thing at night before I went to bed, and look at it again first thing in the morning when I crawled out.

Eye candy!

Spent some considerable time on Saturday doing little inconsequential jobs, and yeah, as Roger said, jest settin' and thinkin'.

Saturday evening the rain came . . . and it rained.
And then it rained some more.

Two inches in about fifteen hours.

And the bus leaked like a bloody colander.

sigh.

First thing was to ring Errol Ward, my upholsterer mate and tell him it won't be coming to his place Monday.
Then early today (Monday,) head to Nigel Fraser (Classic Auto Repaints,) in Opunake and ask for his assistance in rectifying this new problem.
He knows me, he knows of the tribulations we've endured with it, and he prioritised it for me.
Thanks Nigel!
He's got the gear to reach all over it --- I've got a gantry, a left-over from when we hired out caravans for a living; but this thing won't fit underneath it.

He rang back this arvo, (She took the message; I was busy elsewhere,) and said it should be finished (waterproofed but not painted,) by lunchtime to-morrow.
He also said he's practically had to fight voyeurs off with a stick!

(I know when I took it down to him this morning, a couple walked around it while Nigel and I were talking, with her taking photos of it.
She smiled at me and said "Very nice."
"Thank-you," I replied.
He said "She meant the bus; not you!" )

So hopefully that little hiccough is remedied!

Thanks again Nigel.

Damnitall but we've employed some bloody duffers on this job!

Noel McMillin had the thing sitting outside his workshop for thirteen months and didn't notice or think to mention it leaked?!?!
Donaldsons had it sitting outside their workshop for ten months and didn't notice or think to mention it leaked?!?!
Yeah right!
The 'not my job' syndrome . . . all too prevalent amongst tradies.
(No slur on the painter, Kurt Broker, all the time he had it it was inside; he wouldn't have noticed.)

Now what else can go wrong?

another sigh.