THE ANNUAL TRAUMA

Behind these doors lay my poor PB most of the day. MOT and service. She passed her MOT with flags flying but the service was stressful, especially being only next door and seeing the comings and goings, or rather, not goings, and realising she was still there under the knife spanner. I had turned off the radio on the drive in this morning and listened properly to the clunking noise every gear change. It was not to be ignored any longer.

It was touch and go at 5 o'clock; leave her there for more surgery tomorrow and get a lift home or ...... , but then ..... result, K and C found the problem and everything was hunky dorey again.

And best of all, my holiday with Hell was safe again. Only two weeks to go! Whoohee!