'Evening all.
How nice to be referred to as a gentleman.
Came down with a nasty dose of man 'flu before Christmas. Sweating, delirium, raging temperature and no food intake. Came to one day and heard a snippet from No 2 daughter who came to visit over Christmas, "Shouldn't he be in hospital?". And Mrs H's (she's in the medical trade) reply, "No way. If he got MRSA with this fever he wouldn't last ..." Logged out again at this point.
It's taken a while to get going and some catching up to do.
Have dim memories of finding sis-in-law turning up on Christmas day with uninvited boyfriend. They both have alcohol issues and I felt I wasn't fit enough to deal with them and the accompanying disturbance after they'd had a skinful so I told s-i-l she was uninvited and to spend the day somewhere else. The reverberations were stupendous but I was past caring.
I've had a FAP problem to deal with on the C8; fell out terminally with the local Citroen dealer after I heard something at their end I shouldn't have, and had it fixed by a Peugeot dealer.
Mrs H's cute and trusty 90K miler C3 has a new owner and a second generation petrol C3 is in the family now.
Son's Ford Fiesta is sleeping in a nearby barn and he is running his Grandad's C3 Sensodrive.
I'll fill in the gaps with a ramble or two later.
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