At some point over the winter my fuel pump froze up and just wouldn't go, which meant that when j4 came to try to take me to her new house, I just sat there like a lemon feeling more useless than ever. I got quite worried that sion_a would get so fed up of me sitting in his driveway that he'd sell me or something! Fortunately that nice brrm came round and gave me a good firm tap with a spanner -- I love it when they do that -- which was enough to wake me out of my stupor.
A quick drive across town, a squeeeze through one of the narrowest gateways I've ever been through, and I was safely installed in the back garden of "Zone 7", with j4 and addedentry (whom I've given lifts to before -- he's a very considerate passenger and knows how to flatter an old Moggy). But while the surroundings are fine, I feel like I'm just back to more of the same boredom and uselessness -- I might as well be up on bricks.
And my speedometer still doesn't work, and I'm fed up. MOT coming up in the next couple of months, which just reminds me that I'm getting older and older and it can't be long before I just stop working altogether. :-/