Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Thursday, 10 April 2014
We have lift off
Amazingly, wonderfully, the new started motor started the engine first press of the button - letting us know just how knacked the old one had been. And in the end the dreaded job took less than three hours. So it's still dinner in Penkridge tonight....