So Paddy is in for his MoT tomorrow, I had a couple of things to do, replace one of his broken wing mirrors and just check lights, battery and stupid stuff. So new wing mirror sorted, all bulbs working, feeling pleased with myself so decided to replace his fuel sender unit which was knackered even though it wouldn't affect his MoT.
Started badly with a mouthful of petrol draining the tank, should have spotted the omens and stopped there. Old sender unit out, no problem, tried to manipulate the new one into place but it wasn't having it, tried all sorts of different angles but no. Then disaster, the float detaches itself from the arm and is now at the bottom of the tank.
So, battery out, tank out, petrol everywhere, retrieved float with a set of BBQ tongs, and started again. Lot easier to fit with the tank out and my hand can just squeeze through the top of the tank to help guide it into position. Unfortunately the top of the tank has a razor edge and I slice the top of my wrist open. Blood and petrol everywhere now.
So finally get the sender fitted, refitted the tank (against its will) and everything's nearly back to order. Battery back in, go to tighten up the positive and accidentally bridge the terminals with my spanner. Sparks everywhere, jump back, crack head on garage door. Fortunately I'd cleared up the blood and petrol otherwise I'd be a BBQ steak by now.
So 2 hours longer than planned, several cuts and bruises later, he is ready for his MoT tomorrow, better bloody pass 
