Last Sunday I got into my car to drive to church. But I only got to the end of the road before the car stopped and refused to start again. At the time I assumed the fuel pump had broken, but after phoning Mike the mechanic I checked the fuel line and discovered that the fuel line had been cut and all the fuel siphoned off.
Yesterday I managed to fix the fuel pipe, but even then I still couldn’t start the car (yes, I did put more petrol in). Eventually I had to walk to the station to get Andrew who had come down from Scotland to visit. Today we had another go at the car, and Andrew volunteered to suck petrol down the line manually. He says it doesn’t taste as bad as he expected.
Once I’d cranked the engine for a while I finally managed to get the car to start again, and we were then able to go to Warwick to have a look around the town. Hence the picture of Warwick castle, which doesn’t have anything to do with the petrol story at all.
This sounds like some Kenyan thing. Not done in Mombasa but in Nairobi