Under pressure

Doing a few quick final checks before Fidra goes in for her MOT test.  I was pretty impressed with the neat little battery-powered tyre pump that BikerBabe brought with her on holiday.  Mine is, predictably, more workmanlike and takes power from the motorbike (or your handy 12V benchtop power supply).  I didn't need to use the pump on holiday but it seemed pretty capable today.

I was shattered though from another day of frenetic evidence gathering and information providing, powered by not enough sleep.  Naturally, the thing to do after tea was have an hour's workout putting the vacuum round.  "…Some say he never smiles but is unable to frown, and that he has over 30 brothers and sisters, all under 50 years old.  All we know is, it's not The Stig Henri, the man about the house, but it is Henry's pumped up industrial cousin!"  The damn thing is so powerful it once sucked my radiator cleaning rubber wand back into the hose.

But the day's frustrations ebbed away nicely with a much needed long phone call with BB again.