The day never starts well with a dental appointment … still, just a check-up and nothing needs to be done. If it had been, I’d have had to cancel tomorrow’s blood-letting. Dear oh dear, feels like a draining week.
I arrived home to find Al’s old Morris Minor (it is old, although not as old as I am) out of its garage. Mike was taking it away to have a look at it. Al has decided to sell it. This is a big decision, it was his 17th birthday present and gosh, that is over half his lifetime ago.
*sits and ponders*
Anyway, it still has its original number plate, it’s quite possible that it is more valuable than the car is.
It’s a bit dusty.