Hypertension

A frustrating day yesterday at the hobby, but at least I had good company in the retiring room while we waited for something - anything! - to happen.  The travelling at least was easy: it's remarkable how the traffic volume drops during the school holidays.

Today ought to have been a simple matter of an hour or so's wait while the Panzer got a clean pan of oil and a fresh filter.  I declined a change of brake fluid (which ought to have been done last year), but agreed, at about 10:00 to a change of transmission fluid and the corresponding filter.  Cutting a long and tedious story short, I didn't get away until gone 13:00, by which time steam was coming out of my ears, and I was conscious of a few unwelcome symptoms.  Out of self-defence no doubt, the garage plied me with tea and biscuits, and did the brake fluid change à mon insu free of charge, so there's some consolation.  The bill was nevertheless way over double what I'd expected.  If they'd raised the suggestion (already floated by post) of changing the timing belt, 90'000 miles ahead of the manufacturer's service schedule, there might have been blood on the walls - quite possibly mine.

Anyway, back home, Martyn, having cleared the space in the garage that the washing machine will go into, had fixed a tasty lunch: how spoilt I am!  I've since worked off the fury by cutting the grass.  Just hope the dentist has no nasty surprises for me tomorrow.