I will cast the spell, Be sure I'll cast it well

Busy busy busy. I remembered to order some heating oil (blimey, that's got expensive) and got The Boy's clothes ironed and draped over the radiators to air for him to take back to Uni. We loaded both cars and he set off to collect his room keys while I bought his groceries (hmmm - he's getting cunning). We got him settled in then the three of us went to the Plaza so he could take our picture to log the Warwick Union Cam cache. Our computer won't allow us to access the proper webcam, but other people have had this problem and have taken ordinary shots of themselves there, and it's counted. So we got into position, I handed the camera to The Boy and its battery promptly died. Bugger. And I didn't even have Gottle's mobile number to beg for computer assistance. Stymied. It'll have to wait for another occasion.

Then it was time to rush down to Banbury to deliver the car to the garage for mendification. When we bought this one the rev counter was erratic, but that was okay because we never use it. Then a couple of weeks ago the fuel gauge started playing up, the needle pointing way beyond full. Over New Year the dash went completely haywire and started acting like a thing possessed. Every couple of seconds all the needles flicked between both extremes, all the digital figures vanished then reappeared set to zero, the milometer froze at its current total, no matter how far we drove, and as a final touch the speedo was convinced that we were travelling at 120 mph when parked with the ignition key removed.

I feel this may be an expensive mend. Bum.

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Just heard on the local news that a body has been removed from the River Leam, not a quarter of a mile downstream from where Jack MacLeod was last seen a month ago.