...as I jubilantly skipped down the garden back in October, after handing over a wad of cash and becoming the proud owner of this resplendent vehicle, I pulled back the driver side door to leap inside, only for the hinges to give up the ghost and I landed in the nettles door atop of me. Olly wedged it back in and declared it a job for 'later'. We have since watched the passenger door become increasingly wobbly and weak; we await the imminent detatchment.
...next came the column shift debacle - an infuriating event I am not allowed to write about, for my fury is less controlled than Olly's.
...and just a few days later the mid winter winds picked up, Molly sat a sorry night alone in the Somerset garden savaged by the weather. A phone call from Olly's Brother Zachary informed us she had lost a skylight window and got a little damp inside. Said window was found strewn in four parts across the south west.
My patch up job for the skylight