Whilst we await the fate of The Berlingo (I suspect it has delivered it's last bunch) The Hound and I have been without transportation. Sadly the horse and carriage were unavailable and we are still searching for our own Morris. Enter Mr Ferrari with his very generous offer of the loan of The Navara.
My social standing has dropped several levels, my neighbour (who drives an Aston Martin)shudders every time she sees it, people rush to lock their doors as I drive past, and The Captain is quite convinced that by parking it on his drive just for a few minutes, his house has been devalued, it is also quite difficult to park - but I love it. The Hound is enthralled by it, I think he has found his spiritual home. I have however denied his request for a velour tracksuit and hoop earrings - one doesn't need to go that far.