Tred of being alone

With just 7 days , not counting today, left living in this house, I took my car over to my regular garage for the last time. It is getting a service tomorrow. The rear breaks are stealing like a Ranger's fan when Ricky Foster played with them, and there is also a rather unfortunate noise ( no not another Rangers' fan humphing about the club) being made when I turn corners.
Mmmmm.

This rather magnificent, and rather huge tyre has been situated outside Kairdsons for goodness knows how long, and this is the first time I thought about Blipping it.
Better late than never.