Thanks dad!

Dad has made these little trellis ramps for me to make it easier to get fiendishly heavy Malcolm the Multicharger in and out of the garage. I can use the main door but it means wiggling past my car, which spends more time in the garage than it does going anywhere; it's not been used since last Wednesday.

The eagle eyed amongst you may spot Billy Brompton in the background awaiting his moment of glory. Despite all my friends' disbelief I do still plan to hang him from the wall on my landing in the stairwell as a tribute to his 15 years sterling service to the cause. He will be primped, preened and given the glorious retirement he deserves. He is, after all's said and done, a work of art.