About 40 years ago we had to make an emergency purchase when the car we had suddenly died when DH was away from home a lot, so he didn't do all his usual meticulous checks. The car DH found, was a complete disaster. We had to put a new engine in within six weeks.
It was sold to us by a, then, very famous sports commentator. And when disaster struck we got some quite vicious pleasure from the knowledge that, as neither of us has any interest in sport, we had never heard of him and he was clearly put out that his name meant nothing to us and we were not suitably awe struck or ingratiating to him. I did realise that he expected us to know who he was and asked a friend later whether the name meant anything to her and she told me who he was.
What are you reading at the moment?
How to look after a dog in this heat
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