I gave Glenn a lift home from circuit training this evening. He was quite excited. 'I've never been in a Beetle before.'
He then spent 5 minutes sitting in a Beetle while I tried to make my seat belt work.
'Would you like me to help you?' he asked.
'No, it's okay. It just needs fiddling with. It's one of her little foibles.'
When we eventually got going, the glove compartment fell open.
'Ha ha, that's another of her little foibles.'
He said, 'It's okay. We had an old American rust-bucket when we lived in Cambodia. It even had its own bullet holes. The only good thing about it was that the air conditioning worked. The day that packed up was the day we knew the car had to go.'