She's a volcano

As the sun rose slowly in the far away East I woke, I got up, showered, dressed and stumbled out of the house to find my car completely untouched by volcanic ash - and safely grounded. There's a good start to any day.

I am however driving a little more gingerly than usual as I am fearful that any sudden burst of wilful acceleration and the ram of cool fresh volcanic air hitting the hot gasses in the various orderly and disorderly combustion chambers may cause large parts of my engine to turn to glass. The story thereafter will be one of crashing and burning. It's all too risky.

If the worst does happen I'll deposit the car at the bottle bank on the way home.