they were the best of times, they were the worst of times

Classic cars are ace aren't they? After a bank holiday (in England only) drive around on Monday night, Jessica decided to give up the ghost. I thought petrol, but a walk in the snow for a can of the stuff didn't fix things, so it was the job of the AA.

The usual wait ensued - (50 minutes), but I got to pass the time listening to radio 4, playing patience by the light of the handily stashed camping light. It was actually quite an enjoyable experience!



The AA bloke came and took a look and his first words were "What is this?" followed by "Where is the engine?" then "where is the battery?". I had figured out that it was an ignition problem, and to be honest, these things are pretty simple to sort, but he was stumped, and I couldn't be bothered so we got a tow home.

Q. How do you make a Commer quiet?
A. Tow it.

Anyway, tonight I went and took a look and within 15 minutes I had it sorted. The little plastic insulator at the end of the points spring had fallen off, causing an intermittent short, so I popped it back on - and we're cooking again! Oh the fun of old cars, you can't do that on a modern can you - then again they don't break down...