smashing

Almost another non journal day, the sun is shining and I long to be out there on the water in the boat, but dad tells me that it isnt good news for the control box as there is a part inside that is worn in it and needs replaced, except according to my parts catalogue is obsolete, which is awkward as its only a £10 part.

So if anybody out there has an spare parts lying around for a 1987 evinrude 50hp control box, please feel free to get in touch.

On a different note, the car seems to have survived yesterdays trauma

An otherwise uneventfull day until the way home, we got to the asda roundabout and a guy in a toyota corolla (rather large bloke), slams on the anchors forcing the car behind him also to stop, jumps out, or rather squeezes himself out his car and tries to attack the man in the car behind.

Nothing quite like a bit of road rage to keep you going on the way home, except I was the car behind that and had to take rather evasive action to avoid an iniment collision, while jamming on my inadequate horn that is barely heard above the din of my straight through exhaust.

Concerned at this incident, I then did what any public minded law abiding citizen would do.........

Went back around the roundabout for a good old neb...

Got home to discover that John was already sitting at my computer desk informing me that my little dog had rolled in something decomposing and most likely dead, which he had got on his hand while clapping her....

He went on to say that he would have showered her in the bath... but didnt know which towels to use, not like there is an entire cupboard full of ones to choose from.....

Connie washes her while giving her a loud lecture on the pitfalls of acrobatic demonstrations of rollage and the subsequent effects of mankiness on fur and family. She listens intently and she is now rather "fluffy"