I'm not talking here of revelations about a secret lover, no such luck! But the fact that I had arranged for the delivery of two bags of coal which, in the opinion of 'er indoors', was not necessary. The delivery could have been delayed for another week, such is the fragile state of our finances!
So in an effort to placate the Financial Director, I suggested that I roll the Morgan out of the garage and whisk her off to visit her sister in TransWyrania, a little known area of the Fylde coast of Lancashire.
Thankfully, she readily agreed to this suggestion and has promised never to chastise me again.
|The lady and her grandson admiring the car|
En route we stopped at an old pals house in Hambleton for a cup of coffee, before proceeding to the next village to buy some items for sister-in-law, who is currently awaiting a hip replacement. As I waited outside the shop I was approached by a lady, with a young chap in tow, who I took to be her grandson. She was full of admiration and was well informed about the marque, so lovely to meet people who truly appreciate things of beauty. I refer to the car of course! Her grandson was similarly interested but more keen to know how much it had cost!
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!