The Beast is dead

So today we had the diagnosis on The Beast after our breakdown last Sunday. It wasn't good. The upshot was that unless we wanted to spend an obscene amount of money there was no coming back. We had a warranty policy but the mechanic basically said that it would cost us at least £1,000 to get a full investigation done (which we would have to pay ourselves) and then there was no guarantee that the insurance company would agree to have any work done afterwards as it was going to be expensive. We loved The Beast and this made Toni and I very say. Fucksocks is all we had to say to that! The only plus side is that we might be able to get a little money selling bits of it off for parts. The quest is now on to try and find a suitable replacement.