A sleek, black Vauxhall Vectral 1.9 diesel, 6 speed gear box, 9000 miles on the clock, 0 to $stupid in the blink of an eye, cockpit a sea of blinking microswitches is mine, all mine… until my M reg Skoda comes back out of exploratory surgery to find out why it’s overheating even since the new thermostat went in. I kinda understand why my insurance company don’t want me driving something like this, and I feel slightly nervous stewarding 12 grandsworth of car through 6 junctions of the M1. I’ve been driving unusually courteously. Must make doubly sure I don’t accidentally get locked in the bingo hall car park tonight. And you know, we might just be making an unnecessary day trip on Sunday!Β Ooh, Mothering Sunday!

Hmm. Looks decidedly “special branch”. Are you part of Emperor Ming’s detail? π
Pity about the blue post growing out of the bonnet…
You tart!
That is SUCH a tart’s car.
You know have a choice between two alternatives: either repent or shout “I am a tart” from the rooftops.
At least it’s a diesel.