Lagoon at Bucklebury Ford

Wet tootsies again on early cycle commute despite sealskin 'waterproof' socks, after pushing woman in conked out clapped out Peugeot out of a flood near Bucklebury Ford. "Is it a diesel?" "Yes, I think so." "You've knackered the engine then, bent the conrods." "What's a conrod?" "I dunno, but you've got them in the engine and they're probably bent." She turns the ignition and with a few coughs and splutters, the engine complains into action. "Goodbye and good luck." "Thank you," she calls as she waves out the window and the car judders forward and chugs off under a plume of blue smoke billowing from the exhaust and with the blue waters of Bucklebury Lagoon spilling out the doors. The resident gulls nearby looked on disinterestedly.