Mongrels by name and nature

Well, we are back up to full speed after being struck down with the flu, our turn has come and now, hopefully, gone.
Typically last Friday afternoon, when we were just winding up our working week, things went pear shaped. Our 8o year old Bentley Komet machines were built to go and go, and strangely when we identify a problem with either of them, a lot of the time they still go fine when we know they ought not. Friday, a problem occurred, that we just couldn't nut out. Being late in the day, we put it in the too hard basket, and will tackle it again today, with fresh eye's. Our Mongrel sock machines remind me of old Holden cars and Harley's, they can chug along with all sorts of major mechanical defects, held together with wire, and cope beautifully with other improvised fixes but will give up the ghost over something relatively minor, like a loose screw. Today I'll have to check out the 50 odd sliders for any slight variations, this is incredibly tedious, especially as I'll be looking for a difference of only 1mm, but it has to be done. We have learnt over the years that it is far better to spend a bit of time on the less obvious, checking, checking, than get in and up to our elbows in grease, causing more problems than we fix. It's has probably been a good lesson to learn for not only our Mongrel Sock machines but life in general. As in not getting caught up over problems (real or imagined) with the big picture, we're better off looking after the little things that are all part of the big picture, and let the rest will take care of it's self.