He wouldnt mind tbh
If I hadn’t been entertaining Stella I could be at his door in 5 minutes
He wouldnt mind tbh
Connel bridge?
your secret is safe with usI really should read the whole fred afore posting
lightweight.If I hadn’t been entertaining Stella I could be at his door in 5 minutes
your secret is safe with us
Always preferred the look of the Mk 1 to that of the Mk2. Somehow a bit more butch, if I am allowed to say that. Had a 1600 version when a rep. Worst gear ratios on any car I have ever driven. Shame!
Fur nuff.Na haha I had the funds to build the garage, I really wanted to clear some space but im doubling
my money on them so bye bye,
Fur nuff.
So what kinda yacht are you looking at buyin wiv all this dosh???!!!!
all you would have to do is buy pink cords and a checked shirt and wear deck shoesI'll never buy one, I spent too long working on them plus I dont look or speak toff.
Id rather have a work boat to do my own moorings & diving ect.
Age 12 or under they must wear child restraints, child restraints can not be fitted to side facing seats.
So 13 or above is what your looking for.
Oh. I knew you didn't like sailing yachts, I kinda meant a Gin palace, twin Pentas, or whatevers and a big bow wave when it gets "on the step",I'll never buy one, I spent too long working on them plus I dont look or speak toff.
Id rather have a work boat to do my own moorings & diving ect.
all you would have to do is buy pink cords and a checked shirt and wear deck shoes
Oh. I knew you didn't like sailing yachts, I kinda meant a Gin palace, twin Pentas, or whatevers and a big bow wave when it gets "on the step",
Jeezo that seems busy........that the journey back was not particularly fun.
the weather all the way was fine.
But I have not fixed the Disco, it is still pulling the stunt of refusing to rev up from a standing start, when hot, even with my foot flat on the floor. (Although it'll rev its nuts off in neutral). Once it is rolling, it is OK although on the hills there were some alarming whooshing noises coming from either the torque converter or possibly the turbo. Even though a stall test of the turbo showed to be fine, when done some time ago, no leaks or overheating of ATF, no overheating of engine.
So quite amazed I never got hooted at as I trickled on to a roundabout until suddenly the whole car "woke up" and went charging off.
Somehow managed to get behind ourselves with all the cr@p we had to do before leaving so only set off at about 9 a.m. on the Thursday.
This was then compounded by a rather alarming sway developing with the trailer at speeds of over 65-70 mph. Despite the fact that I'd pulled the Pluriel even further forward on the trailer than I had on the way down. Think this may be due to the fact the Pluriel itself had more of a load inside as did the back of the Disco.
So I had the choice, drive more slowly or stop and move the Pluriel even further forward. We decided on the former.
So rang the hotel to say we'd be a bit late.
And when we got there the car park was inevitably fuller than we'd have liked. Pulling a 180 with the rig proved impossible, so I couldn't park where I wanted to, near the rather narrow entrance, facing the way out. so had to reverse into one space, unhitch, then park the Disco in a slot opposite. The only place I could do this was near the entrance gate, so I was dreading having to hitch up the following morning then feck about trying to get out of the gate with other guests hollerin at me for gettin in their way.
However, managed to hitch up quickly, pull forward into a space conveniently left by a lorry that had parked across about 5 spaces, then reverse out of the gate. Bothering no one.
So set off on the last part of the drive to the port. No sooner on the autoroute than one of the dogs became distressed, wailing and crying and trying to get out, gently but worryingly. First "aire" we came to was feckin closed, typical, so had to drive quite a few miles further on before finding another we could pull off into. All the time worrying about what was wrong with her, would she need to go to a vet etc etc.
So pulled in, clipped a lead on her and took her out. Bless her, she had the runs and just didn't want to embarrass herself in the car! So big relief all round.
Ferry was uneventful but the drive home was a pain with roadworks, a vehicle fire, and other sh!t that goes with a smart motorway, plus the surface was noticeably more sh!t than frog autoroutes so tendency to sway was worse.
Turned the gas on at the mains, then at the boiler, couldn't get the pilot to ignite. so off to bed with Wifey grizzling about how "freezing" she was, (stat said it was 18 degs FFS!)
So this a.m. both vehicles to unload and boiler to be fixed. So I intermingled sweating doing the heavy lifting with taking the front of the boiler off, making sure the pilot jet was clear, finally getting it to burn strongly, making up a new connector and lead to the ignitor which gave up the ghost in the process of me taking stuff off and putting it back on. The poor old thing is 40 years old.
So got it running, happy, put it all back together, Wifey happy, finished off the unloading and putting away of stuff, started on dinner then, OH feck, the pilot is out and won't reignite. Sod it! Still at least it managed to warm the house up before packing in.
Thank God it isn't really cold.
Tomorrow is another day!
Sleep well all
Fanks Kev.
Means i don't have to cart the ickle bastids round till 2030
pics or didn't happenThey will go with my pink mankini
pics or didn't happen