At first I was going to do that plastering. Then I thought I’d do the cars, but looked outside, it was wet. So then I thought I’d play that game, what was it called? Ah Until Dawn.
And yeah its a story based game, that apparently constantly changes depending on your actions.
It a gruesome horror.
With some babes thrown in to make it grewsome.
Its actually very good and hence why I’ve put it on here. Right at this moment free on Playstation Plus.
I get my tools and head to my parents, where I service the old girl. She is now at 160Km’s
I get the kit out.
And drain the aging oil that's done 10Km
Out with the sparklers and in with some new ones.
I rotate the cars round and
Pull my brothers into place.
At 22 years old its only done 50Kms! A lovely machine.
It needs a new door seal so out with the old one.
I get rid of the 22 years of grim underneath.
And put a new one on. £50 well spent.
Here is the bonnet. Looking good.
Off with the air intake and off with the old rubber bands.
And on with some new ones.
I start her up and leave her running for 20 minutes. She seams to run great.
And then start squealing like a pig again.
I find that the bottom pivot pin is half way out and being held in by the engine mount. Thankgod for that. I look at my spare and the service book.
And after about 2 hours I manage to get it back in. The thread retook where it had chewed up.
Another test and this time it looks like its okay
Well she’s ready to rip.
I collect the tools up. there is nothing the Thor cannot fix.
In my moms bathroom, I’m about to make it messy.
Ah I find she has some V05 conditioner. Great for getting oil off the hands but not stripping your skin of oil.
A shower later and I’m clean and soft.
I relax for a while have Sunday dinner and then get a notification.
I head home to swap cars. I get all the tools out and
head into the garage where I’ve not enough hands. So I put my keys down. I put the tools away and then leave locking the door that doesn’t need a key to lock it. Oh Bugger! The house is locked too the keys are in there. Ummmm, I call my dad and wait, and while I wait I do some endless weeding.
So a while later I put the collection of prints in the living room and ponder why did I go on Ebay again?