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I hate my car

I hate my car.  I have hated it since I bought it and  found  out how uncomfortable it is, especially on long journeys.  It is covered in dents and scratches caused by drivers who use my car as a battering ram and just drive off, usually in supermarket car parks.  Do they not teach the French how to park or about etiquette of leaving a note?  The latter is probably a memory from another age.  I have had a problem with moisture, lots of moisture, inside the car  so that when the temperature is below freezing ice forms on the inside of the windows.  I used to be able to fix a car in days gone by when  one lifted the hood and saw an engine.  Now it is all encased so that the mysteries of what is going on is confined to the garage mechanics who charge a fortune and frankly could tell me anything as I never get to see what they see.

However I am not totally ignorant about cars so when I see water inside my car I suspect it is the air conditioning or the ducts are blocked with leaves etc.  I was talking to a Scotsman who boringly goes on about laying patios and fitting his own kitchen so I asked, 'Do you know anything about cars?' He looked under the hood, shook his head and said 'Aye lassie, (Really? Am I a lassie?) you have a problem there.'  In other words he didn't have a clue.

I drove home and got the  vacuum cleaner out and cleaned the ducts then I got the hair  dryer on to it and voila moisture gone, car running smoothly.  I still hate it though.

The gilets jaunes are still protesting, Brexit has sunk further into the mire, the US government remains shut down, so the bright star is that Trump could be charged with treason and locked up for 50 years.

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