#sustainable living and respect....

I think I might have mentioned sometime that management's driving is a subtle blend of brisk and assertive.

So each journey is an adventure of things flashing close by gaps gone for and now we throw in random stops.


For management has been infected by a serious outbreak of sustainable living so every so often the car will screech to a halt as she goes to investigate something she caught a glimpse of in some hedgerow. Now, for the vegetablists out there this is not collection of road kill but elderflower and rose hips and other berries I know not the name of. All this has served to additionally brighten up my life.

As if it needed brightening, as if fed up with the strains of towing the samba van; the clutch on the 806 has decided to come out on strike.

Free the drive it simply won't, a bit of a chore but not impossible, well, except maybe for the 1 in 5 hill up the side of the valley where you really have to master the clutchless change and rely on prayer not to meet a tractor coming the other way....

Worrying is the lack of a part number in the GSF catalogue, GSF being the best place to get bits for French cars in the UK.

This all promised to make tomorrow on the interesting side, tomorrow I am off to university meaning a drive up the motorway and a drive across a city, something a lot easier to do if the car has a clutch!

Fortunately, I have been able to beg a lift; from a director of social services no less.

Here we have another new strand to my life, working for an university as a social work tutor.

A concept so physically distressing to the social workers who came to do our annual review that they could not include it on their form. They recoded instead that I sell parts for fire engines...