Keeping a Low Profile.

There was a big, silver-grey Aston Martin parked in Ashbourne this afternoon. It had lots of knobs and dials, deep leather seats, and a neat little transmission shift on the steering column. Not being a fan of opulence or leather upholstery, I took to wondering whether it would be worth having such a thing. In the end I decided that it really didn’t matter and was none of my business anyway.

So then I spent £1.23 on a bite of something to eat for lunch, and drove home in the cheap little Ford. There’s something unfathomably worthy about being insignificant.