8:30am bright & sharp on Saturday morning, texted gullible friend who just happens to be attending a mechanics course at the local college & explained that I, being such a good friend & thinking of him

9:30am, whipped the car round to his Dad's garage (complete with inspection pit - very handy

12:45pm, woke up from refreshing nap on said friends parent's sofa to find towbar magically fitted & working. proceeded to make another cuppa while friend washes grit out of bleeding/skinned knuckles - offer lots of praise, drink tea & smoke roll up.
2:00pm arrive home & proudly proclaim to missus that I have fitted towbar all alone while said friend lazed about drinking tea & smoking, recieve lots of praise & symathy in form of fry up & cuppa.
Good hard days work that....
