Ok. Update time again. The water pump pixies were obviously offended when I said they'd fixed my leaky waterpump and popped back to break it properly. My oil now resembles a lovely Mocha Latte and is possibly not very good for my bike. I'm off the road until my new waterpump kit arrives and then it'll be large amounts of tea, scratching of heads and if need be human sacrifices. I would probably stay out of the local area just in case it gets to the sacrifice point! I've started deep breathing exercises in preparation for the repair process but I just keep getting light headed. It's probably my age. Speaking of age, we are now being joined on the trip of a lifetime by Andy aka "Sparky". I'm assuming the name comes from that time he wore those nylon boxer shorts back in the 80's and leapt into bed on those nylon sheets. Anyway, we don't want to dwell too much on that as the images are quite upsetting and so is the thought of all that chafing. It looks like we'll be leaving French France on Sunday now so we are all getting quite excited. We are packing and repacking and then finding other things to try and pack. It's all good fun and keeping us occupied. So to sum up, it's now three ageing cripples on inappropriate bikes planning on doing about a thousand miles per week for the next four weeks. Any sane people in our position would be staying at home with pipe, slippers and hot cups of Horlicks but hey, we aren't sane! Honestly, ask anyone that knows us. They'll confirm it. Well, tune in again soon for World War III as the waterpump change commences........... Can't wait :-)