The Beastmobile finally gave up the ghost and I had to be towed home with a banjaxed clutch.
I blame Mr C's canine familiar Lloyd , who ran away while on his walk and caused much racing up and down from the Beast's Lair to Dorchester to firstly join the midnight search party , then to go and spring Lloyd from Weymouth Goal where a kindly Lorry driver had dropped him off after finding the little blighter capering around on the A31 and causing a traffic jam at 6 oclock in the morning.
Of course the clutch went bang in the middle of a huge traffic jam so it took the recovery van flipping ages to come and get me .
Little Lloyd is sleeping off his big adventure.
The Beastmobile is now recieving the tender mercies of the local mechanic and hopefully will be restored to its former glory(a scratched ,chewed and dented , doghair filled heap) shortly