Local Landmark

My car might be getting a wash today, but not by me, I don't do washing cars but JJ, the perfectionist, is washing his and gave mine a cursory glance, which might mean it also gets a wash. It's sitting in the baking heat and there's been no suggestion that I put it in the garage.

I bought a new, all singing, all dancing Fiesta at the beginning of March, (with a sort of personalised number plate) and it talks to me if I press a wrong button, which is rather disconcerting. I did have a sporty number but it was quite expensive to run, so I spent a fortune trading it in. It only have 9,000 on the clock, racked up over six years, so someone else has got a bargain. I've clocked up 600 miles, AND I've had to buy fuel already.

I took a detour from the supermarket this morning adding unnecessary mileage to get an easy blip. So here you have it, our local(ish) windmill.