Not Again

It was time to leave, we thought. Time to get out there again and see what's going on past Argentiere. Just as I was saying as Cheeques cranked into action "Ah, I can't always help sighing with relief when he starts up" , Dan noticed a gaping problem in our ambition to move home; the breaks ceased to exist. There was little hesitation or fluctuation with the proceedings, we were to be going nowhere. We sunk our heads in shameful acknowledgement of yet another imminent Cheeques disaster; "We better go find Pedro the mechanic again"