I don't like being told what to do by machines simple. I can barely order a McDonalds' without spazzing out, first time I had use one of those sodding consoles I literally had a panic attack and had to exit the premises immediately, then send a mate back in to get my order. Oh the joy's of being a Luddite with severe anxiety.

Wish I knew where my air-con stuff is, not just to help you, I really want know where to locate it. Problem is while I was totally broken my farther and the sparky had to shift stuff about down there, which is totally fair enough, but now I don't know where anything in the attic is. However, my arms are a fair bit stronger than when I last tried to have a look so I'll have a poke about up there tomorrow. I'm going be in the workshop rebuilding a K-jet warm up regulator for someone first thing in the morning anyway.

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