so! my wife found my boxes of goodies!! "What do you need these for?" she asks through gritted teeth and fists clenched, "uh oh " thinks I " get out of this one!!" "Well darling" I ooze " you know I had Doris mot'd the other day? Well, they said there was a strong smell of petrol and said the petrol cap seal had gone and I should replace it due to risk of fire! so I bought a new leak free for life one" "Yeeees?!" She wavers. Promising signs methinks "and also they suggested protecting the underneath of the engine as there was some corrosion on the engine lubepipe banjo joint which could fail and cause an engine seizure before the next mot and you can't buy that on its own so I had to get the engine coolant rotater block protector too." I almost failed there with a slight hesitation, she was looking a bit dubious again. My next problem was the fender eliminator bracket and led light, well I cracked here, I held the part up with a big grin on my face and stupidly said ..." And won't her arse look wonderful in this!?!" What I want to know is: how do women manage to turn any household item into a weapon with the equivelant flight characteristics and accuracy of a guided missile?