Saturday, 18 October 2014
I had taken my new car into a garage to have it checked over, it sat shiny and clean. Next to it was my old car, which apart from a few spots of rust was looking good. I glanced at it in fond admiration.
One of my colleagues that I initially joined my job with arrived. Mark approached me as simply said, "Can I have your old car? I want to resort it to its former Gorly.
I hugged Mark and cried, "Thank you, I love that old car".
Let's be clear, I was fond of old Betsy, but I cried about it.
Posted by Max Walsh
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