Last week a big water pump cracked and because they couldn't get it to pieces someone came this morning to weld it, but when they started it bust again and we all got soaked.
As we went to change, Gramps said that we would take it in the Landrover all the way to Ross-on-Wye to be repaired and that he would find some L plates so that Tomboy could drive.
After about an hour of loading, wedging and strapping down Gramps called us and when Tomboy appeared in her black leather trowsers and primrose blouse, Gramps gave her an appreciative wolf whistle.
Because there was no satnav, she had downloaded the route and she drove OK till somewhere near Gloucester where we got a diversion and she drove onto the M50.
Learner drivers aren't allowed on motorways and we hadn't gone far before a motorcycle-cop overtook and about a mile down the road was waiting and flagged us down.
Gramps groaned and said "I should've made you pull over and driven, I'll get out and explain". But Tomboy said no and clutching her directions, slithered down on to the road and with a toss of her head, a wiggle of her hips, presumably a melting smile and in an exagerated welsh accent, called "Hi" to the policeman.
Within thirty seconds it was all over as he grinned sheepishly while she did a great impression of Shirley Temple before they went and looked at his bike and she pretended to try and swing her leg over.
Five minutes later as we pulled off with police flashing lights following us to the end of the motorway, Gramps turned to me and said "That my lad, was a lesson in sex appeal".