You see! You see! Just as I predicted!
I got in the car this morning to nip to Asda and guess what? Running like a sack of crap again until I'd driven it for a bit, turned it off and then re-started it when upon it ran like a dream. The psychotic ***** didn't do anything helpful like throw up a MCSF or anything just to give me a clue, just drove down the road farting and belching for all she was worth.
When I first brought my car I was a heathly and happy if middle aged bloke with interests, hopes and dreams. Now I'm a dribbling nuerotic obsessive old woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
I did however finally managed to sell my youngest daughter on eBay this weekend so now I have enough cash to get the variator done... I'm booking it into Alfa Tecnico tommorow. I think that I'll just give them the problem to sort out.