Getting a Proper Car

The car wouldn't start. "It's your fault for talking about getting rid of it". "Not just me, it's the garage too". "You shouldn't have let it hear you". "Bloody MG"

So we end up going to the Garden Centre (purely for allotment purposes, let it be understood) on the bus, in the rain. With the shopping trolley. On a Saturday afternoon.

No getting old stereotypes there, then. Besides, I am years off a bus pass.
*Trudges through the mud from the bus-stop.
"If I have to go to the garden centre, it should be in my sports car, so I can look beautiful and stylish". "Just bringing you down to my level, dear".
Besides, it's the time of year for guerrilla gardening. So when the rain stops...