As you will be aware, I recently became the custodian of a very lovely Alfa 156JTD Estate/Sportwagon from Mr Stripped Fred.
After arriving back a Outlaw Towers, she was parked up at the bottom of the estate, awaiting some Vulgalourising that in the end, I haven't had time for. (But I will, and be sure to take photos to show you all what OCD does to the process).
Tax was applied for - cheaper than THAT SPANISH BASTARD - and insurance company alerted - MOAR expensive, but it drinks less, so, WOTEVAR.
Came home at lunchtime to play "musical cars" with Stepdaughters 306, and get the Alfa on the drive.
Except the battery had decided to become flat in the intervening period - not that surprised to be honest - so I hooked up my trusty RAC branded charger, then went for a fag, and perused the interweb for midget amputee watersports, emerging 90 minutes later to check on proceedings.
It would have helped if I had switched the charger on.......
back in, cooked tea, had a snooze, (flexitime rocks) and went back out, and tried to start her up.
On the button.
BFO red warning light saying that the oil sender was faulty and I must visit a dealer NAO!!
I went and smoked it round the block for about 15 minutes, then it dawned on me that i'd had 2 .5 hours for lunch, and i really needed to stop farting about.
fast forward to 19.30 tonight; I've received a missive from SWMBO that we need stuff from Asda, so, I knock off and go, expecting to be punished by the car for ignoring the warning light by it spontaneously combusting or something.
But it didn't.
No warning light, everything is groovy.
A self-healing car!!
Who said Alfas are wrong 'uns?