Guy just followed me home from Tesco in a rather nice VW Transporter and gave me a cash bid on the 'Yota. Blimey! Never had that happen before!
Not enough though. I love the old thing as you may know. 😉
A) From nowhere, a hurricane has just arrived, preventing erection.
B) There's a tiny problemette with the second back panel I was about to fit. (The inside is unpainted. 🙄)
The Project Manager/Quality Control Expert will be displeased. Back into the garage I go....
So, Glastonbury. Sir Paul's voice was terribly weak, and now the marvellous blessed Diana Ross is on... singing mostly flat.
I dont want to be crual or disrespectful, but aren't there any non-octagenarians out there who could hold the stage? Eh? 🙄
Chipping Sodbury Classic Car Run tomorrow and my turn to drive, so I'm taking Tim round in the Spit.
Just found this shot on Facebook of him driving me round last year. He looks like James Bond, of course, and I am in full makeup as Catweasel. 😉👍