Mr Renault has had to be left in the infirmary to
have his windscreen wipers fixed. It’s a long job to find out what’s wrong,
apparently, and it could be a long job to put right. So JJ had to borrow
another of Nigel’s vehicles to get home.
Not the sign-written van this time, but something
with a little more style: a bright red Mazda MX5 sports car. It’s fun – not the
most comfortable car to drive since it tends to be a bit bumpy on poor
surfaces, but it’s otherwise smooth enough and zips around smartly. The nearest
thing I have to a complaint is that it’s so low to the ground that you don’t so
much step out of it, as climb.
The real cause for concern, though, is whether it’s
at all proper for a novice Hobbit of the Shire to be seen in a sports car. There
being no gypsy caravans, or even 60s vintage VW camper vans, available, I’ll
just have to maintain a low profile for a few days and hope nobody notices.
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