Our car is kaput. Again. Something to do with driveshafts, CV joints and gators(!). All another language to me. I spent the day travelling about to various garages because each would only do one specific portion of the work, I came up against various different types, some pleasant, some not so pleasant – and at the end of the day the car is still not fixed.

Tomorrow morning I will be taking the train to Prestwick to meet Francis’ flight from Paris, not willing to risk a 27 mile journey in a car that may ‘break’ along the way. The car will be ferried about and all going well it should be brand spanking new by 5pm tomorrow afternoon.

I’ve got my fingers crossed, but I refuse to hold my breath!

* this was one of the not so pleasant mechanics words for me… actually it turned out I wasn’t the c%$# he was referring to, instead it was the owner of a Megane!