I’d given mother-in-law’s unreliable Mini a good kicking when it started misbehaving. Accordingly, she figured the car was on its last legs. So she sold it to me!
I treasured that blue Mini, getting to know its foibles.
Later, at our wedding, of course I planned to drive my bride to our new life in London in the Mini. But mother-in-law wasn’t allowing that!
“Far too unreliable! It’s sure to break down! Get a hire car!”
But the wretched Hertz car’s gearbox seized up en route route in the middle of nowhere...
”Wherefore art thou Mini?”
We went to The Royal Ballet Diamond Celebration yesterday. Lovely traditional ballet excerpts with full costumes... and some with virtually no costumes at all..... reminding me of when I took my prospective mother-in-law, fiancée and my mother to the ballet.
I drove us in her mum’s Mini. On the way, it suddenly stopped. I got out, angrily kicking the front tyre, Fawlty-style, before fixing the problem.
Unbeknownst to me, it wasn’t a traditional costume ballet, but almost naked dancers cavorting most sexually! The ladies were shocked!
To think I was trying hard to make a good impression!