Harry is poorly …

Oh dear, my Morris Minor is sitting at the garage over the road looking a bit glum. We took him for his MOT last week with thoughts of picnics over the Easter weekend in the glorious sunshine … but he failed … on his brakes (quite important I suppose), a stubborn trafficator and a broken bulb on the number plate also played a part. So we stayed in the garden, sulking.

I have just phoned up to check how he’s doing (just fine) and perhaps how much this is going to cost me (they can’t say?!). I must be patient, he’ll come home when he’s ready …

Nice to be back at work though, too many teenagers and revision books at my house.

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