Update on carer lady - letter withdrawn and she was given an apology. Nothing recorded on disciplinary. We'll call that one a victory for the goodies. Meanwhile the Kremlin family Wartburg looks like it is finally for the scrapyard. Despite prayers, orations and several chickens sacrificed to the saints, it failed its MOT dismally with a list of faults as long as yer arm. Excessive play in this. Severely worn the other. The bill for fixing it? £466. English pounds. Not Pesos. Well the car is not worth £500, but the question is irrelevant anyway as I don't have it. I don't have half of it. So now I am a foot carer. Sans motor. Shanks's pony. I walked 12.2 km on my rounds today and did 7 visits. It is a bit of a pisher in some ways to be without wheels, but it is healthy to walk and at 06:15 in the morning when I set out, the dawn chorus was in full volume as I walked across the fields and the trees were black winter silhouettes against the dark blue sky lightening right up on the horizon where the sun was coming up. Just beautiful. The moon was a perfect crescent and Venus, the bright evening star, was sitting right next to it, like the Muslim sign and I thought to myself Allah Akhbar Clive, Allah bloody Akhbar!