Dear Agony Uncle.
Last Wednesday I left for work at the usual time with briefcase [containing ham salad and a strawberry yoghurt ] in hand. I had just turned left onto the High Street when the car came to a juddering halt. No matter what I tried it wouldn't start and a passerby suggested it may be a fuel blockage. Anyway, we pushed it onto the verge to free up the traffic flow and then I walked up the hill to go back home. My wife obviously wasn't expecting me as, when I stepped through the back door into the kitchen, I was horrified to hear noises of 'lusting passion' coming from the lounge. The door was slightly ajar so I took a deep breath and peeked inside. There was my wife, naked as a Jaybird, locked in a passionate embrace with the young, good looking, tattoo covered body-builder from next door. What am I to do?
Yours with the utmost discretion,
Mr. P
Dear Brian Pettigrew.
I have given this matter a great deal of thought. Fuel flow issues are quite common nowadays so I suggest you check the fuel line and carburettor for debris first. If these are clear I suggest you take it to a garage then start using an 'in tank fuel injector cleaner' to avoid it happening again.
Yours faithfully,
Agony Uncle.
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