It's gone

Today I sold our old Skoda. It was sad, but it had to go. It had t least one Unique Selling Point. Note the chewed number plate. How many cars do you know with a chewed number plate. I think what happened was it fell off, and my hubby chucked it in the boot, where the normally impeccable behaved Clova accidentally chewed it. But we quite liked the effect, so put it back on like that.

Two meals out, and looking after horsey friend with suspected Norovirus, and that was the day rounded off nicely!