Saturday 18th May Should have been a mechanic!

Awoke putting my problems into context and despite another dose of heavy showers and thick grey cloud, I determined to get stuck in. Collette took Mum off to the tourist office where they took the 5euros 45minute tour of Auxerre in a tiny electric contraption. They reported a lovely excursion. Nice that I thought.
As per steves sage advice I had found an exploded view of my Morse mt3 dual gear and throttle unit. After all sorts of pushing and pulling, I had the unit in playtex mode, lifted and seperated. The problem was all too obvious, it was not a broken cable but a metal fatigued broken casing. the clutch control is fiex to the casing by a shaft through the case and held with a nut. There was a broken circle in the casing around the nut band the clutch assy was hanging loose.
I found a piece of steel and was able to fashion a bracket for repair. The hole I have drilled for the shaft is half a mm to small so I try and open with a bigger drill. I drop the bracket which unbelievably bounce straight over the side and drops to the bottom of the murky waters. I cuss repeatedly despite my mothers presence. A second bracket is then produced which I was able to secure to the casing and refit the nut. All back together and bugger, the problem is only half repaired. Stripped for the second time, I discover a second problem with a loosened circlip. Finally manage to repair this and finally have reason for celebration.
Untill I use the loo. With the ladies gone I decide to conserve electric and use mums loo which is a hand pump blakes. Trouble was, I pumped and cleared but no flush. I am gobsmacked. A nasty strip and no obvious problems. I fire a few bolts of air down the intake,with my quite superb lidles air bolt pump £6 worth of canal boaters joy and think I may have found the problem. Refitted and deep joy as we have flush again. Just as well as I have no replacement gasket so send an email to sister to ask her to get me one and bring it with her next week along with 3 big boxes of yorkshire gold and a big jar of marmite. And did those feet in ancient times and all that!
The rain still falls, this is getting rediculous, it must stop soon and its getting cold aswell.