Yule be sorry

It was Christmas 1992 and I was driving the oldest car I have ever owned, a beatup Morris Marina. En route to my brotherin-law’s house for Christmas dinner, the clutch started jamming in the disengaged position. I couldn’t afford to take the car to a garage even if I could find one that was open, but my next-door neighbour came to my rescue and helped me drop the gearbox and replace the worn bit. Just as we finished, I noticed a sleeve bearing sitting on the wall! Another neighbour loaned me his Volvo for Christmas Day, then we spent Boxing Day putting the bearing where it belonged!