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Hi Garviv. Good to know the powers that be are concerned about you. Never had chicken harissa, but the beer sounds good. I've spent the morning at the scrapyard sourcing a battery for my daughter's car. No matter how old they are, they can't do without their old dad. Guess who paid. I though my days of smelling of old motor oil were over, but I suppose these things keep me active. Best wishes.

Takes me back to lying in a dusty scrapyard under the front of an old Escort getting the alternator off [only 3 bolts I recall and were the wires push-fit??] to place it on our almost equally old car for £25, successfully. Journey home much relieved as with a flat battery not charging we had not dared switch off since getting a bump start... I did the job as I could better wriggle under than Mr D. Must have been pushing 25 years ago. That car used to get going on winter mornings with the aid of a hairdryer on an extension lead stuck up its air intake...Thank heavens for Motability, I wouldn't know where much was under the current Citroen bonnet. Happy days, 

Denby

Ahoy Denby

In similar vein, I can still be found lying on my side, tinkering with my Nanni's dipstick making sure she's properly lubricated. After that, there's the constant need to check that her stern gland is packed with grease before her shaft starts spinning.

Oh, just realised how that sounds - I am referring to my boat, of course! 

CB

The lingo didn't faze me, only as it's just like our old friend's boat...Denby

Those nice gentlemen wrote to me as well.

If they'd done their homework then they would have known that I was self-isolating for my BCG for the whole period and not even allowed out of the house.