After talking with Henry (my friend’s dad/mechanic) and somehow describing what little mechanical information I took in this morning – okay maybe I described something as, small and white – he has diagnosed my car as potentially having a dud timing belt. Eg. Snap. Finis. No more.

This may turn out quite expensive.

Glum-diddly-um-dum .


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