Had my mate come round and plaster my kitchen for me so it should be full steam ahead but no, Mrs Mottie tells me there’s a nail in the tyre on the Golf. I checked and it was a 6mm bolt complete with washer right on the shoulder so unrepairable. They’ve only done a couple of thousand miles too.
Of course, I knew the punctures would be coming thick and fast after I sold all my tyre changing equipment. Took that up to get a new one fitted. Get home, then the Daughter in Law phones me, the alternator light is on, on her car. Battery flat, can’t even close the windows. Now, I’m retired but she's 36 weeks pregnant so I’ve got to go up to my garage, get my Ctek battery charger, my son will pick it up on his way home, they can charge it up, bring it down to our house - they’re in Chelmsford, we're in Hornchurch, leave it with me, take our Golf and I’ve got to run it up to my workshop next week to fix the bloody thing. At least it will be a break from the kitchen…..
