Every year, without fail, the car gets a wash at the cheapest automatic drive-through available – one that is equipped with the hammers and chisels that can make some impression on a years’ worth of accumulated detritus - dead flies, mud and indefinable sticky stuff.
If I had waited a day I could have saved the £3:20 I had to fork out and just left the car out in the rain, which is my preferred method.
Next week, the car will be due for the bi-annual removal of, and staring at, the dipstick.
I think I’m turning into a Stepford husband ……… ooo, musn’t forget to count the tyres as well.
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