possession

is everything.....Henry knows he'll have to move !
It wasn't so warm with the roof down, but we pretended it was May.

My Dad would have been 88 today.  Sadly he only reached 52. He'd have enjoyed the ride in the sunshine.  I remember him working in a garage in Cheltenham selling up market cars.... I never knew what car he'd turn up in to pick me up from school. My favourite was the geranium pink sports car, with the two tone horn. He didn't stay in the motor trade for long, but he always liked driving nice cars.