History - Part 6 - Xmas 2000
Scene Setting:
It's Christmas morning the kids are opening their presents. I'm sitting on the floor, watching the kids through bleary eyes and Liz hands me a christmas card (I was rather pissed off with her at the moment, because I had given her, her card a couple of weeks ago) .
Smiling sweetly, I opened the card and a MOT certificate fell out, this confused me no end (apparently my face was a picture which was caught on video, which incidently will never see the light of day).
Examining the certificate further, It had Hattie's number plate on it. What ? How? For god's sake, the car does not even move, let alone pass a MOT.
I of course accused her of buying an MOT on the black market, but apparently, with the help of my brother in law, the car had been removed from my garage and taken to the local reapir & MOT centre, and with a few minor adjustments a MOT was granted, apparently it was touch and go, as the MOT Inspector had to push the manual window washer at least 30 times before he got a dribble of water on the screen.
What Joy, I got dressed and rushed to the garage.
The car was still MISSING !
You can imagine my relief when I was told the car was in My Mother In Laws garage and I could go and fetch it.
That to this day is the one only time I have driven the car in the rain.
The car was then driven for the next year, notching up a fantastic 700 miles
As I thought December was a bad time to renew an MOT, I decided to garage the car for the rest of the winter and get the MOT in the spring, when I could do any repairs in a bit of warmth and dryness.
When I get round to doing the next installment, you will see things did not really go to plan
It's Christmas morning the kids are opening their presents. I'm sitting on the floor, watching the kids through bleary eyes and Liz hands me a christmas card (I was rather pissed off with her at the moment, because I had given her, her card a couple of weeks ago) .
Smiling sweetly, I opened the card and a MOT certificate fell out, this confused me no end (apparently my face was a picture which was caught on video, which incidently will never see the light of day).
Examining the certificate further, It had Hattie's number plate on it. What ? How? For god's sake, the car does not even move, let alone pass a MOT.
I of course accused her of buying an MOT on the black market, but apparently, with the help of my brother in law, the car had been removed from my garage and taken to the local reapir & MOT centre, and with a few minor adjustments a MOT was granted, apparently it was touch and go, as the MOT Inspector had to push the manual window washer at least 30 times before he got a dribble of water on the screen.
What Joy, I got dressed and rushed to the garage.
The car was still MISSING !
You can imagine my relief when I was told the car was in My Mother In Laws garage and I could go and fetch it.
That to this day is the one only time I have driven the car in the rain.
The car was then driven for the next year, notching up a fantastic 700 miles
As I thought December was a bad time to renew an MOT, I decided to garage the car for the rest of the winter and get the MOT in the spring, when I could do any repairs in a bit of warmth and dryness.
When I get round to doing the next installment, you will see things did not really go to plan
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