Goodmorning lovely people.
I've had to put warmer clothes on, it's quite chilly today.
There's a young man down the street who has been working on an old 1959 Morris Minor.
As I was passing I heard him cursing because the car wouldn't start, and he wasn't in the mood for some smart ar*e old timer telling him what the likely problem was, so smiling smugly I went home and put the kettle on.
The cup of tea unlocked my head and I rembered that I had a leather bag in my shed with all likely tools to get that car started, so a bit later, I shuffled over to the young fella.
"Tell me to p*ss off if you want, but I had one of these cars many years ago and I got to know all of their quirks, and here in this bag are the things you need, you can have it if you want it."
He told me what he had done, and I suggested taking the distributer cap off and rotating the engine until the points opened, he did, and I could see clearly even after all these years that the points needed resetting and cleaning.
I reset the points to 15 thou and the car started. I'm so smug.
Enjoy your day.