One of the easiest ways to get out of the boring packing up of things, the folding of curtains and the washing of interior surfaces, is to keep one’s hands perpetually covered in grease and other muck. One of the best ways to do that is to fiddle in the bowels of the engine bay.
It’s hard to believe that our Mr P, ungrateful sod that he is, has over the course of the last three years managed to burp and splutter and sneeze his pristine new paint into a bigger mess than ever it was. Despite our best endeavours to keep him under control he has done exactly that. After today though, while parts of him may be black, if he treats those shiny new bits with the respect which surely is due to both them and us after all this perseverance, we may finally have solved at least one of his little problems.
Surely he’s run out of places to leak from now. At first test it looks rather promising, but I’m afraid we’ll have to wait another six months until the next exciting instalment to discover whether we have been truly victorious or whether we will have something to write about long into the future!