|Her best side|
When I was standing at the Crown Bar the other night. I spied an older chap that I know to say "hello" to.
He nodded a greeting then said without looking over ,
"I see your Berlingo is not looking too grand!"
He was right of course.
The Berlingo is not looking too grand.
But to be honest, it never has .
The car has had somewhat of a checkered life up here in Trelawnyd.
Over a period of several years it has slowly morphed from a pristine wheelchair and old lady transporter into an unofficial animal transporter/ ambulance that has not only housed a pack of dogs, two pigs,a giant peaceful goat, a whole troupe of poultry and even had a tame turkey stag sat forlornly in the passenger seat while on an emergency trip to the vets.
25 kilo bags of layers pellets and corn are always stacked up in the boot and in the back seat where the dogs always can be found a whole shit tip of rubbish has accumulated over the years, giving the car the look of belonging to someone with definite hoarding tendencies
It's not a good look.
I aim to clean the car out today if the weather holds up and if the dyson can stomach the mess, I suspect I am in for somewhat of a battle; but I think it is time to at least make the inside of this skip presentable. Ok on second thoughts strike the word presentable and reinsert the word habitable.
It's about time.
I cannot do anything about the passenger window that does not quite close properly. Nor can I do anything about the scrapes along the side where Chris caught the driveway wall one morning, but at least I can remove three tons of dog snot from the windows and retrieve those last few overlooked goat poos from under the back seat !
I shall miss the old girl when she eventually goes to that big breaker's yard in the sky.
She has been a trusty old friend that has shared a few adventures with me over the years.
The most notable and anxiety provoking being:-
and the ever memorable
So if you locals see the old battered gal chugging passed you with an assortment of animals' bums pressed invitingly against a set of filthy windows...spare a thought for her , smile, wave and hoot your horn.... you are saluting a hero of sorts
|The normality of a berlingo boot|