The Gallic Way.

The little Fiesta having spent three days entombed in the collapsed garage with the roof sitting on top of him, I decided to take the little guy over to the big city to be checked out. No apparent problems, but he’s due for his annual test in a couple of weeks, so that should make assurance doubly sure.

While I was there I learned that Monsieur Renault has been sold on and is now the proud steed of a pretty young nurse, and I’m told that he’s behaving impeccably. Well he would, wouldn’t he? He is French…