Greyduster
Our first Mini - tiny, totally dependable, no frills whatsoever. It was rusting, one headlight only just clinging onto its housing where a seagull had collided with us, and a bullet hole just behind the petrol tank, but it just went on and on and on (also a bit like me😁)! I am now onto our third Mini, but I don’t identify with it nearly so well!
My mother’s first car (she only learned to drive in her 40s) was an already fairly aged pale blue mini.
After it finally ‘died’ it stayed on the drive for ages - a window had been left open and a robin had built its nest in it! So it had to wait until all babies were fledged before going off to the knacker’s yard, poor old Mini.
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