Sexy Beast

Prince Rupert is back. What can I say? My life feels better. I am content.

Prince Rupert is my oh so beautiful car. He is a Mercedes 280 SLK.  He holds the road as if he was on rails. He is wonderful.

As you will know from an earlier post, we had a little accident. There was a dent in the boot lid that was not as it should be. I was mortified.

I am a BRILLIANT driver. I do not make that kind of mistake. It was an aberrant moment, a total fluke. I saw the stump behind me, but did not notice the branch coming out of it at an angle.

When he was in for repairs they leant me a car – an A class Mercedes.  Now, this is a perfectly reasonable car, but it does not stick to the road – it shimmies about. Also, its idea of acceleration is a pathetic approximation to what it should be. And I found myself sitting far too high above the road – I was scared!

However, there were plusses: there were four doors and a back seat; I had to drive more slowly because I was scared at every corner; nobody noticed the car.

Who am I trying to kid? Welcome home Prince Rupert. Tomorrow, we’ll go for a drive – just to make sure we are still in tune. And I won’t have to get up half an hour earlier on Monday.