I should know better

I am between events - recovering from the club championship show and preparing for a jaunt into the Highlands to judge a small open show.

The club Show was a dire event at which an elderly judge decided to Remember Her Friends, and did so, to the rising gloom of the other exhibitors, some of whom left.....the rest soldiered on dismally, except for self and best friend, who had long ago abandoned any interest in the proceedings and were giggling away at the thought of reforming the present committee (collectively known as Jurassic Park) by violent means, including a silver bullet for one old recalcitrant who has been opposing all change since nineteenhundredandfrozentodeath. (Gee, what a long sentence!)

Little did we know that all this plotting has been caught on video. Blackmail is on the cards. Yet again.

Add to that a growing argument about the cost of a cake awarded to the judge and a very long photographic session at the end and I was ready to drop. I staggered over to a friend`s car and loaded the boys....

And the car wouldn`t start. Just grinding noises.

The RAC man arrived quickly. He plugged his laptop into the car`s computer and it unburdened its woes. He studied the readout."A lot of problems. But right now you need a new fuel pump."

"How do we get home?"

He studied the laptop. then he walked round the car, picked a spot, and delivered a huge kick.

"That`s how."

The engine roared and we got under way. A great thing. modern scientific methods.

And tomorrow, north to Alaska (well, nearly.)