Sky on fire

Managed to snap this on the iPhone from the office window. The sky was literally on fire. This was the best of the shots as most were catching the reflection of the window pane.

Half day at work and following on from yesterday's entry I was picking up dad and eric to have a look at my golf gti banger.

He is driving and I'm seriously regretting not putting the crash helmet in the car this morning. I decide that travelling in the back seat is the safest option.

Nissan micra, naught to sixty next week, naught to 100 - probably never.

So, I have taken up position in the middle part of the rear seat. I have both the right and left hand seat belts on criss crossed over my body It's a bit like wearing belts and braces.

We get to the granton square roundabout and father says, ooh this is my favourite roundabout I like to try and drift it round here.

Trust me father, I have tried and failed, micras don't drift. Your at least 100bhp short of even getting a wheel spin.

I am however petrified at this point and have both hands both hands braced between the left and right hand back windows, this is due to the absence of the Jesus handles in the back of the car. This isn't blasphemous, that's what they are called, think about it, your hanging onto these handles for grim death, praying for your life and your screaming "jeeeeassssssssuuuuuuuusssssssss"

I find myself looking for the imaginery brake pedal as father changes down the gears 3, 5 2 then 4. (knew they were in there somewhere)

Eric suggests I get out and get the bus and I am contemplating taking up this option except the absence of rear doors makes this a bit difficult. I get home whiter than a Scotsman on a beach holiday. I'm a full shade paler than my natural northern blue colour.

Dad fits a new coil to the golf but this doesn't solve our problem, so it's back to the drawing board. Next on the parts list is a fuel pump relay. Does anyone in Edinburgh or east lothian have relay 162 that I can have for tomorrow as the vw stealership will be closed.

Eric kindly pokes sharp fingers into my sore shoulder and all three of us debate whether to continue to find a solution to the golfs intermittent running problems or ditch it.
We stand divided on this point.

After the chaps go home, we settled down to Chinese food and x factor. Frankie cocosa is now on my top ten hit list along with the insurance assessor.

On a different note holly has just had the biggest grapes I have ever seen, seriously they were like monkeys toes.