Bone dry

Morning was taking father in law for an appointment in Stockport (a contracted out clinic near the rail station) for one of his eyes and that went swiftly, but not as swiftly as the Avanti West Coast Pendolino leaving the station for Manchester. It was in Pride colours and I would have loved a photo but was unprepared for ad-hoc train spotting!

Back home I pondered a job on the roof of the house but was unhappy with my ladder for the task & may look at hiring a better one. Am not a fan of the things but needs must & all that.

Left at a loose end and tired of drinking tea, little Biscuit's oil leaks were revisited. Seat off, tank off, bits n' pieces moved out of the way and the rocker cover removed. This time everything was squeaky clean before reassembling with the new rubber gasket, same with the oil filter. Then, after a long phone call with a colleague who wished to offload (ever so slightly!), we pop pop bang popped our way off the driveway for five or six miles. So far no escaping oil :-)