On our journey home I had trouble keeping the windows clear with a carload of soggy girls noisily steaming away. One, bless her heart, was ever so worried about making the seat wet but no problem, they're leather. I did have to dress them after though. The seats, not the girls!
Sunday I swapped glowplugs again in my 2.1TD as I'd been supplied the wrong ones - non-turbo ones. They don't suit turbo engines that use lengthy post-heating so the old NGKs went back in. There was nothing really wrong with them. The Needle Lift Sensor and leakoff pipes were the real problem.
However, in doing the work I discovered the aux belt tensioner was dying and needed urgent replacement. I got one from the GSF eBay shop for just over £40 and it arrived next day

Yesterday I was working in London but completed early and was home by early afternoon. I began the job of replacing the tensioner but bad light stopped play early


Yesterday turned out a really bad day. I should have known from how it all started to go horribly wrong on the train to Euston. We stopped near Leighton Buzzard and sat there like lemons for 40 minutes before the guard with a very nasal voice (why do they always have nasal voices? Is it an essential qualification?) mumbled something about a failed freight train in front of us. Eventually we reversed back to Bletchley and then across onto the fast lines and eventually, very late, to London. Good job I had this months edition of the Citroenian to keep me amused on the journey.
The job I went there to do was not a total success either

When I got home I was surprised to see my Activa still steamed up inside. Funny, I wonder? Hand under passenger carpet and I got bitten by a fish. It's soaked under there and for the usual reason - a failed windscreen scuttle seal



That, and my inability to complete my tensioner because of aforesaid light failing for once caused me to loose my sense of humour big-time. It's very rare but when I do, take cover

I had to go to Tesco and then pick up my girls from Majorette practice. I was like a bear with two sore heads. Tesco niggled me because their PA system was blaring out bloody Christmas music at top volume. If I hear "Merry Christmas Everybody" one more time


Today, I hoped it would be quiet at work so I could have most of the day off to do the cars. It would have been a perfect day too but as my luck runs, no chance. far too busy

In fact, I was still growling this morning when I got to work and my mood did not lift when I realised there was no way the workload would let me take the day off. My workmate deepened the gloom even further when he announced a big job I did on Tuesday did not work



My mood really was









But, funnily enough, it turned out a brilliant day. The earlier problems became absorbing and engrossing technical challanges and I got a real buzz from resolving them and setting everything back on track

So from








I still have a duff aux. belt tensioner and a soggy Activa though. When that lot will be sorted, pass. Saturday I'm in Somerset and then it looks as if it'll be wet on Sunday. If Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day are fine, no question, there's cars to be fixed.
Now, here is the real worry. This morning in depths of gloom, I even considered buying a new C5...
One bit of good news, my nephew had his 205 Lucas diesel pump replaced on Sunday. On Saturday I will acquire the dead pump for a bit of forensic examination and see what died inside it.
Seven days and it'll all be over. Christmas that is. The day after Boxing day is my very favourite day of the whole year. 364 days until next Christmas

