Boubacar

....is my voodoo boy who protects the Twingo, along with my hand of Fatma etc.  The Twingo is a bin. Nico's fag ends are in some little dip in the door, promotional stuff from Lidl clutters up the boot along with rubber boots and old English textbooks and the back seat is full of gnawed sticks and oyster shells, remnants of Bernie's walks.
No.10 is getting like the car.  It rained so I had no option but to clean up a bit.  I sent Bernie to the moulin with Nicos  and spent a couple of hours making the house shine.  My parting gambit was to spray furniture polish around like air freshener, which just makes the floor tiles treacherous.