I kid you not. I went out this morning, jumped in and started running a couple of cylinders short. Those of you who have met me will realise this is usually the case, but this time it was the car. I popped the bonnet open and what do my little peepers spot?
"Bugger me" I cry, but wait, there is more...
Is the bastard hungry or looking for a new home? I had to pull off the intake plumbing to make sure there was no wildlife in residence. To add insult to injury, the bastard had attacked the fusebox as well as using the bonnet lining as a hammock.
Needless to say, I went and checked the bikes carefully straight away. No damage there, but sleep lightly everyone. Ratty and his friends may be eyeing YOUR bike tonight.
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