Meet Meggie. My car.
Meggie is an MGF, originally built in 1996, which I bought from a retired mechanic a couple of years ago. She is a sports car, of course, as are all of the best MGs. Needless to say, pretty well every woman that I know has accused me of having a mid-life crisis. That is ridiculous, I am well past mid-life. Two that haven't are my wife, Helen, and my American author friend, Elaine Waldron. Helen actually had her own sports car in her youth before she met me, so she appreciates them. Elaine likes things that are different, and sports cars are. Being a 22 year-old vehicle, however, comes with baggage. I have had to replace all the brakes and the exhaust. The driver's window is slightly misaligned, so it leaks in the rain. I could get that fixed, but it would cost money that is currently required elsewhere, so I have a free workaround for now instead. Two bin liners - one torn and stretched over the seat back, and the other folded on the seat cushion. The night before last, it rained heavily. Yesterday morning, I found a veritable puddle on the driver's seat, but not so much of a drop of it had touched the fabric because of the bin liner.
I did not get a word written yesterday because I was not well. Stomach bug, I think. Instead, I spent most of the day flaked out in front of the television. This may just be me, But I find that when feeling unwell, watching an old BBC adaptation of a Jane Austen book very therapeutic. Fortunately, Netflix has several. I spent the day binge watching 'Sense and Sensibility' (with Hattie Morahan and Dan Stevens), followed by 'Emma' (Romola Garai and Johnny Lee Miller). Needless to say, I am much better now and ready to write again. Sadly, 'Sense and Sensibility' is to disappear from Netflix at the end of the month, so watch it while you can, it's wonderful. Fortunately, the DVD is still available, so I will be buying a copy.
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