friends finally!
A lot of the people there last night are Procter people. Into their career and into God which is totally a first for me. They have good wages but don't necessarily have to drive around in a Spider to feel good. The guy who picked me up had a Passat exactly the shape of Odette. She too had been in an accident, so she was more of a loud chicken. But I loved the size. Such a car will be difficult to find overnight. Diesels are especially rare.
This afternoon, Odette is going to the dump. Sad, but true. I will hand over the keys, save her number plates and the radio from 1865 or so. And take off the fishy fish. A work colleague will driver her over to France with me around 2pm so we can come back together in the rent-a-car. This is 4 times cheaper than having it done in this country. Nuts, eh?
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