Not a good day

It is my Dad's birthday today, so after I'd done what I had to in the house, I readied myself to go off to Laugharne to deliver a birthday card.... The 205 decided to die horribly, the engine would turn over but not one solitary cylinder would fire... and this continued until the battery was too flat to turn the engine over.... JOY !!

so I re-charged the battery (2 hours) then tried again thinking maybe the engine was flooded, no joy exactly the same again, so I ripped out the HT leads and checked they all had continuity (they did) except for one the one coming off the HT coil (only THE most important one) ... so I took it out and cleaned it, closed the gap on the clamp and sprayed it with WD40 (the cure all) and low and behold the engine at least fired, eventually it started but I really am going to have to sort out the HT leads, probably get a set from Halfords... it does explain a lot actually it's been getting harder to start as the months have wore on, and I was thinking it was a carb problem.... apparently not... Anyway I was just settling down to starting the household chores as a good house husband should after my Internet fix, when Andrea comes back with shadow boy with a lump on his forehead the size of a hens egg, apparently somebody had tripped him up in the playground (it's a jungle out there tell yah). He's ok.....

Nothing much else to report except the CSA have sent me a wad of complimentary payment slips, which was nice of them to think of me, they don't seem to have registered or acknowledged that I'm unemployed and any spare money flying around is going towards the kids living with me and not two who couldn't give a flying fandango where their father is. So the CSA will have to take the back burner for the time being, no doubt as soon as I pop up on the national insurance radar they will swoop like a gannet. But until then they are the least of my worries.......