I love my car.
I polish her( I named her Miranda) and I have long conversations with her board computer.
Always agree with me,when she is away for few hours,for service,I stay with her, holding her handle.
Before I go to bed, I always go down to the garage,press the key remote, and look at her lovingly while she wink at me.
Now,recently a problem raised.
Wifey started to hate me returning the admiring glances that the local senoritas regularly throw to Miranda and myself when I drive with my other half trough the high street.All the elbows in the ribs and the slaps to the back of my head started to take their toll.,
And all the moaning and ranting when we arrive home.....
I cannot take it any more.
So, is with a very very very heavy Hart that I decided to list her on eBay.Did a bit of research, found out how much is the current rate, and pressed the button:CONGRATULATIONS you listed your item"
The highest bidder was from the east Europe,apparently they love this particular model,svelte,elegant,not too many miles on the clock.,a bit juicy.
Then the dreaded day arrived.
I am not proud to admit that yes,I was crying like ...like...well ,like a veal when a veal cry when they came to pick her up.
Long long journey, so,I remember like yesterday......erg, Was yesterday,that I prepared some sandwiches.
Oh ,yeah, I burned her passport.
You never know.........
