More like one o them knock-off Rolexes.. looks great at first glance then turns out to be unreliable and more trouble than its worth maybe?

I can DEFINITIVELY verify that 'its not easy being green'. If indeed whatever it is we are doing here is the tiniest bit 'green'... There are so many things that just hoover up your time. Today, for example, when i got back to Frot Towers around lunchtime Ivor had stopped sometime a bit earlier due to high engine temp. There wasnt enough water in the engine... Still - at least no disastrous overheat this time. It DID mean, however, spending about 30 minutes with the hot air gun melting lardy fuel filter/pipes to get it to flush out to restart Ivor. Fine. Also random lard spillages.... it makes such a mess if even half a fanny full (sorry - old builders expression. Couldnt resist it..) escapes onto floor/workbench/trousers/hair. In the winter at least it can be scraped up once cold an cheesey! Devils business though, spillages.
A case in point is this event last week. The RCD went out randomly one day. The following day i noticed the lard melting tank (in 'Eastern Europe' filtering shed..) was a bit cool, oh and there was all lard slopping around the bottom of it... The Cursed Lard had seeped onto one of the heating elephants and caused sparks to fly...

Yikes - needs to be made more better then you Ginger Git!! Not much of a surprise it failed really, is it??

So here we are with a new elephant fitted all clean and luverly.

I decided to make a completely new box. The old one was SO gunky it must burn. Also slightly larger will be useful as some of the tubs are a bit of a squeeze. (fat b*stards!)

What we need to do really is make sure the Dreaded Fat cannot become juxtaposed with the Realm Of Electrons - as it were...
So - back at my local tip i scoured the area in vain for an old copper water cylinder and ended up with an old garage door panel. Obviously.

The big idea here is to make a sealed metal liner to sit atop the hot elephants. Heat will be transferred, Lard will not. I was somewhat dreading the prospect of sliced pinkies due to wrestling tin snips across this evil steel when i remembered this splendid ancient nibbler i picked up in an auction years ago. Its gnashing jaws of hardened steel Doom soon got to work.
Two words. Stanley knife, Butter.
Three words..


Watch more of this paint drying next time - if you DARE...!

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