Phone rings. Cousteau-cub tajes a message as GF is on the phone to The Abbot. It's the local car doctor. GF calls back in expectation of problems. He was too pessimistic. They are currently fitting the new engine to his car and it could be finished later today. GF told them not to hurry, tomorrow would be just fine. He looks forward to getting the car back, however. The Polo that he's been given as a replacement is not as comfortable, nor as quiet as his own car.
[File under: Motoring]
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