The BreakdownChapter 5
Around mid-day on Monday I strolled over to Jack McCowall's garage. He emerged wiping his hands on an oily cloth. Why is it they do that? It must be part of basic car mechanic's training. "What's the damage, Jack?" "Well, laddie, that depends." "Depends on what?" "On how long you want to stay," he grinned. I blushed. "Well, I don't know." I looked at his sympathetic smile. "Hell, Jack, to be honest I'd as rather write the car off and be stuck here for ever." I sighed....