Cars. Doncha love em? Big, expensive hunks of metal, destined to go wrong. And so it goes with our
For weeks we have been having battery trouble. Well, the battery terminals to be precise, get furred up or judder loose every time you go over a pothole (which is often.) So now, were you to ask me 'what do you never leave the house without?', I would answer wallet; phone; water; snacks; nappy; wipes; spare babygro; number 10 spanner; wire brush. I am getting good at whipping the bonnet up, scrutinising the engine as if I have an idea what I'm looking at, scrubbing furiously at the acid fur and then fiddling with the spanner, unsure whether the thing has been tightened or in fact loosened further. We have applied vaseline to the affected area - snigger - poured boiling water on said terminals and rammed bits of tin foil/copper wire/chocolate wrapping to try and get the thing to spark.
On Monday I will be on the blower to the smiley-but-makes-me-wait-in-all-day mechanic.
2 comments:
I have heard that Coke does the trick: pour it on then watch it dissolve the fur, then rinse with water and apply grease. Never know until you try it! BTW love your new pic!
yup. Africa is the same all over.
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