Had a good night's sleep. Coffee and morning paper on the verandah. It's raining at last. Went out and picked up another model for the collection. Came home. Welcomed by cat. Read this. Not a surprise at all - far from it - just depressing.
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1 comment:
i think my grandfather used to drive one of those, or something very similar. deep red colour. evidently he did so many trips in it that you could just take the key out at any time, engine running or not.
handy for lockable home garage...
john s.
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