Someone will know..

- what kind of car this is. Reminds me very much of Auntie Mo's first car, named Emma. Emma was quite wilful and we spent a lot of time at the side of the road waiting for help. This would have been early 1960s, I guess.
A busy day. Waved goodbye to guests; dashed out to Worthing and recoverdd dry cleaning. Home briefly to strip beds and put wash on, then off to Brighton to get groomed and polished enough to I can operate as a respectable wedding guest rather than a sunburned scruffy blipfoto-ing tennis player. Transformation partially successful, which is all we can hope for. Home for curry and quiet evening.