Yesterday was spent in the office in the morning processing orders, sending off quotations, answering emails this despite my resolution to get straight on with Daisy  May who is waiting to be finished.  Help in the office in the afternoon meant that I could get on and I was able to get on with taking Daisy May's commission plate off the original steering column to put on the one which was fitted later. The plates are held on with dome-headed spiral fixing which are not meant to come out. Steve had started drilling them from the back and I continued this using a burr until the end of the fixing was visible and could be knocked through with a very small punch. The fixings left on Daisy May's new steering column had to come out and I discovered that by carefully gripping them and turning they could be persuaded to come out all except the last one which snapped off and had to be punched through. I also started fitting the bonnet rubber, always a fiddly job but stopped when I could get back in the office at five to continue processing orders.

Today Steve was working by himself until I arrived at 2.15 tis afternoon. No, I was not skiving I was doing a (very rare for me because of working) stint as Granny looking after my baby grand-daughter while my daughter stayed with the other grand-daughter who was having her adenoids taken out and grommets put in her ears. When I left the hospital baby was asleep in her car seat and Myhren was looking a kind of Ferguson grey colour but complaining of hunger having not eaten from early the night before. They would not let her have anything at that stage but I hope by now she has had something to eat. (An update informs me that she eat two pieces of toast late afternoon followed by two more pieces followed not too long after by jacket potato with tuna and jelly and ice-cream followed later by scone and butter and raspberries- sounds like she's getting back to normal!)

While I was out Steve had adjusted the wheel bearings on  the Suffolk tractor (which is without a name at the moment because I forgot to ask), put new rubbers on the fuel tank, fitted the new distributor cap and the correct rotor arm in place of the one Jeff had identified as being an incorrect one. This was in between taking down a number of enquiries. In the afternoon while I answered the said enquiries, he took the old top link rocker bracket off Daisy May which had one distinctly oval hole (not without considerable difficulty I might add). The bush will have to be replaced, of course when the new one is fitted.