... washing the Pug

I've spent more time cleaning it than driving it this year. Still, I did have a nice drive of it a couple of weekends back. Anyway, while I was washing it I thought I may as well leave the engine running to give it a good warming. Turned off when I finished, went indoors for an hour (I'd rinsed it off with rain water). Came out, started it up to put it away -
"bing!" Aunty pollution fault

I've got the battery disconnected and on charge, if that doesn't clear it it's out with PP again. I dunno if it's taken offence to not being driven for long periods or it didn't like being left idling for half an hour but I doubt it's anything serious.
Meanwhile, since the yoyo further disgraced itself by destroying the ignition key I'm having to use the spare with no remote. I did free up the locks when I got it but obviously time hasn't been kind and only the driver's door lock worked (the key wouldn't even go in the tailgate lock) so I thought I'd better do something about it before it leaves me stranded. Dig out WD... look for straw... straw? Straw? Here boy! No straw. How do you get WD in a door lock with no straw? I found a bigger straw, flattened the end with my teeth so it went in the locks and sprayed it in with that, followed by a squirt of graphite in all 4 locks and a thorough working with the key. Then I found the straw, it was in the jar with all the pens, pencils paintbrushes etc. Perfect place for it really, until the next time I can't find it...
I've also painted all the locknuts ready to try the old sump guard again tomorrow. I was thinking about that yesterday coming back from Zagreb in torrential rain, there was so much standing water on the roads it was splashing over the yoyo almost constantly and even on mental the wipers still weren't clearing it. I could just imagine how far the Pug would have got with its severe lack of undershielding and the water going straight into the aux belt and electrics. Anyway between that, having to guess where the road is because it's waterlogged, trying not to slide about on tyres that are on the limit (they have one month left until I put the winters on and bin them), the misaligned/overpowered headlamp brigade coming the other way and the usual moron tailgating me trying to push me to go faster but too chicken to overtake, it was brown trouser time again. And my wife wants to have a conversation because she's bored
