Porsche
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Courgette Table Tennis, School Hall Gladiators, and Cayenne Relief
Driving to my first table tennis session of the day, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction having the mighty Cayenne back on the road. I had a busy day ahead—busy for my standards, at least—and attempting to execute the… Continue reading
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Salisbury Reds Apologies, £250 Punctures, and Boardroom Barefoot Shoes
I officially owe Salisbury Reds a public apology. Their timetable at the Pewsey bus stop turned out to be written in plain, clear English—entirely accessible even to someone like me. Furthermore, the automated onboard announcements made it crystal clear precisely… Continue reading
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Punctures, Marlborough Bus Codes, and The Scottish Informant
A loud ‘BANG’ from the rear of the car, immediately followed by a furious hissing noise noticed by one of the operatives at the recycling centre, brought my ambitious plans for the day to a grinding halt. The Cayenne had… Continue reading
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Lumbar Support Lights, Porsche Showrooms, and the Rule of Three
Pulling into Steve Bull Specialist Cars Ltd – Porsche Specialist with absolutely no warning lights remaining on the dashboard, I had a sinking feeling this trip might turn into another utter embarrassment. ‘Tick-gate’ immediately popped back into my head. Still,… Continue reading
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The £1,000 Limp, Public Embarrassment, and the £50 Tick
The Cayenne hasn’t been the only thing trapped in ‘limp mode’ this week. Pikachu, our ten-year-old terrier cross, started limping on Saturday. At first, we assumed she’d simply stubbed a toe or sprained a paw on a walk, but by… Continue reading
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Pewsey Community, Ditching the Gym, and Resetting the Cayenne
I thought a workout in the gym before coaching my junior table tennis camp would serve as a pleasant warm-up and tick off my first exercise session of the week. My body, however, had entirely different ideas. Continue reading
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The Self-Destructing Porsche, Garage Logistics, and Table Tennis Ambitions
The Cayenne is officially sick, though the garage suspects it’s nothing more sinister than a faulty speed sensor. Continue reading
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The Fiat 500, London Table Tennis, and the M25’s Secret Weapon
With the Cayenne sitting uselessly on the driveway following yesterday’s ‘limp mode’ betrayal, Plan B was officially activated. I set off at 7 AM this morning feeling a touch apprehensive about taking our little Fiat 500 up to London for… Continue reading
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Medieval Keys, Limp Mode in the Cayenne, and Dog-Walk Epiphanies.
As I loaded the heavy toolbox into the car, a depressing thought struck me: hauling my tools in and out of the shed is becoming a bad habit I desperately need to break. Today’s mission was a trip to the… Continue reading
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🚂 Midnight Freight and Minor Miracles
Counting satellites was abruptly replaced by counting trains last night. I was genuinely amazed by just how many freight trains rumble through the valley at 2 AM. This geographical revelation only came to light because I was wide awake, struggling… Continue reading
