If you recall she had gone to the beetle hospital for treatment but been sent home to ... well, the doctor said it was too late for a cure. Since then she's been sitting outside the house with a flat battery and, more recently, a flat tyre.
Husband phoned Joe today. He said he'd come this afternoon. I asked Husband if he sounded nice because 'I have to like whoever buys her.' Husband said that anyone who was interested in beetles must be nice, that he had a camper van himself and that he wanted to do the car up for his daughter.
'You must tell him that her name's Betty.'
Joe came with a truck to take Betty away on. I said, 'You'll look after her, won't you?'
'I've got a workshop and when we're not working on anything else we'll strip her down and make her good as new.'
After they'd gone I asked Husband if he'd remembered to say her name was Betty. He said, 'I wouldn't have dared faced you if I hadn't.'
And it was just after that that Husband's VW mug committed hari kari by leaping off the table.
At least that's Husband's story.