The past week has seen my daily exercise routine somewhat curtailed by temporary responsibility for my friend’s car (which as no doubt you are tired of hearing, requires a lot of attention). But this morning, the car park refreshingly free of flat tyres, yellow tickets or vehicles supporting such accessories, I was able to get back out to the park.
Yes, a completely burnt-out car.
And how about this for a steering wheel? Perhaps a little hard to use when manoeuvring out of a tight parking spot.
I suppose in a way, given all that happened last week, I should have been surprised that it wasn’t the car that I’d been responsible for sitting there in all its naked glory!