Bye Bye Bernard

[kingandy]

My little Rover Metro, known to some as Bernard, has finally been dragged away to the scrap yard after sitting on my Mum's driveway for about 18 months. (The starter motor went just as samharber was giving away his Granada, so I figured I could take that car and take some time getting the Rover fixed up ... but then things proved too tricky and expensive to bother, since I found the new starter motor too tricky to fit myself, and even if I got it started the MOT had run out and it wasn't taxed, so it would have cost plenty just to get in saleworthy condition.) The man from the breakers' did not charge us for the privilege, as he said he would when we enquired last year, which means waiting so long has saved us a tenner. WE AM WIN.

He was named Bernard after the Patron Saint of Travellers, because he turned up exactly when I needed a car. He lasted exactly until another one became available. That is spooky.

While being towed out of the drive, he was scraped rather magnificently against the gate. This removed any remaining hankerings I may have had for fixing him up and selling him on. I should probably go and check there's no damage to the (wrought-iron) gates...

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Re: Clotilde et al....

[phil-girl.livejournal.com]

So if you ever find yourself on a gravel path in your garden blocked in by a fence, being attacked by artillery fire that is inflaming your bowl disorder and making you faint, wishing you had roller skates to escape or an outbuilding to hide in, while a child holding a mouse looks on and laughs instead of getting help from a local bomb technician, you know who to look to before you sue the lot of them.