Alright at the back?

This post goes right back to the back of the bus, and back in time, and well, just back.

Regular readers of Brian's Blog will be aware that sleeping in Brian was a bit like sleeping in a very uncomfortable coffin.  He had ancient foams underneath ones derrier, lumps of wood that seemed to shift underneath any boney part of your body, and the roof was low, because the hardboard lining had bowed.





The box came out quite easily.  It took a bit of working out how it had originally been put in so that we could reverse engineer it out, and we did remove everything apart from the actual seat in the end.

The hardboard came out alarmingly easily.



It appeared that the large piece of hardboard was held in by one large lump of black mastic, on both sides of the lump of wood that was supposed to space it all out nicely.





Anyway, it all came down, and we had another early morning ride to Bromsgrove.  It was cold.  Very bloody cold.








The bonus of having the cooker where it is though, is that we can always make a cup of tea.  Even later in his transformation, when he had nothing at all inside of him, we could have made a brew.




In the end, Bromsgrove opened up at the correct time, and we left Brian in their capable hands whilst we went for yet another breakfast and a wander around.  We did see this amazing coat though, which required a photograph.  The balloon tassels were actual ribbons.  It was fabulous.



We collected Brian again, and went home.  In the words of Forrest Gump "And that's all I really have to say about that!"

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