Not getting much really, I really ought to sit in it and go brrmmm brrrmmm again. The half of the garage that had been taken over by another car'so I don't have to scrape the windscreen' had been repossessed, but then the lock-down resulted in it being commandeered as a gymnasium by returning yoof. Who's bloody man-shed is it anyway? So I've done some sweeping and tidying, but not yet started polishing the spanners or servicing the trolley jack. That way lies madness.
Currently confined to barracks awaiting the results of a broomstick-up-the-bugle so that I can go back to work and try to catch it properly next time. I've browsed the Demon Theives catalogues and planned an unfeasible spending spree, and I can't even go and buy a lottery ticket to fulfill it.
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