feeling like I am running along behind the bus of life....

It has been a long time with no posts.

Life has been all sort of complex and I have been pill popping to try and get my limbs to cooperate.

The old wrist problem is back, and of course life is dealing cards...

Bank holiday weekend.....

Friday teatime out I came and the Xantia had a flat tyre as all the tyre places close. No point dealing with that - it could wait for a few days.

Into the "Mr Tick" the AX with Branwen behind the wheel.

She of course "found" a local jeep and stuffed it into that.

No real worries, light frontal as we say in the trade. The lady in question was gutted, she loves that little car, so home we came and Daddy one hand supervised as Branwen stripped the bumper off the car then directed hammering out operations.

Of course no where is open on a bank holiday weekend so it was AX off the road.

That left us with the 806.

Saturday much running round and Bethan singing her bit at the local folk festival.

As her dad I am of perhaps a little short of objective, that said she did pretty good.

But anyway Sunday dawned and off we went in the 806 to drop Tallie at work at goodness me o clock.

On the way home, something was not right, something was very not right and stopping the car I noticed that we had yet another flat tyre.

The complication to this is, the spare on these froggie motors lives on a little platform under the floor at the back of the car. Said platform is lowered by means of a threaded bar. Of course being at the back of the car this is like a mud magnet and it's always seized solid.

But not on this 806. A month or so before, I had pulled the spare off in an epic of spanners and swearing and, errr, coff, coff, it was outside the house, on the floor.

Having blagged a lift home, tools were loaded into the front end less AX and recovery mounted.

With Branwen and the management as my trusty aides we rode off to get the car.

Management decided she did not want to drive mobile endorsement AX dawn there and positively insisted she would be the one driving the 806 home.

So anyway, we got there and, armed with trolley jacks Branwen and I set to work.

But hang on, where was management?

She had been offered tea by a neighbour and off she had wented.

This left me and Branwen to do big swearing and work.

Of course we had brought the wrong jack, so we had to lift the car so far, block it up then lift it again.

All this as management strained herself managerially in someone's kitchen.

Being nice people, we finished the job then went home, thoughtfully leaving the keys in the AX....

Back home and even more entertainment.

Down to the Gwaun in the fire engine.

This turned into another epic as Isabelle blotted it's copy book.

Either the coil or condensor is on it's way out and having got to the valley the old thing went on strike.

This was all very well but the trip home turned into a bit of an epic with the motor cutting out every time it got warm.

To add the final touch I got things slightly wrong at the top of the drive.

As I said to management, she wanted a new gateway built and I have made a good start on the job!

Fortunately Isabelle escaped without a scratch.