Pandoraah gets her end away

So... Stench of oil/fuel. Erm, not good. Ignore it. But there's a snail trail and... Hmm. What's this? A puddle? Ohhhhh shit. Long story short - gleich am 8 Uhr, we find ourselves at the Reparatuer or however it's spelled. "Wait half an hour" he tells me. Erm, ok. Nervous. Ruby sniffs her way around the back of the neighbouring supermarket. Ok. Back to the waiting room. "Damen Magazine" distracts me for a few minutes. "Fertig!" calls a lady from behind the desk. Oh God, primed for painful revelations. But what's this? It's fixed? "Es ist nicht so schlimm" she says. 35 Euros. Half an hour. German efficiency. Impossible in England, incredible to experience. Thank God.