Well what can I say, I was caught, hook,line,sinker,rod,a large part
of the banking and probably the "1966 Austin Healey convertible-Green,
6 cylinders, The top is ripped and the paint is dinged up(nice touch)"
that you drove up in, lust is such a powerfull emotion.
I saw the message late on Friday night and, of course, replied
immediately. All the way home I summed up the pros and cons, not
about the car, it was mine, but rather how do I tell my wife that
we would be having yet another" little visitor" that would have to
live in the garage space that I promised to her just as soon as I
finish the Jensen Interceptor and the Land Rover.
I worked like a Trojan over the weekend, cleaned up the garage, started
th TR and got it tested, thinks!! as a last resort I could sell it, pain!!
suffering!!!
Finally, on Sunday, after immediately responding to her every whim over
the weekend, I broached the subject over an expensive brunch at her
favourite restaurant. NO!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! well that was that, yes I
would buy it anyway, leave it somewhere till the leaves were on the trees,
and then hide it in the woods where she never goes, and then butter her up
for a few weeks, I have to add that this has worked before with the
Interceptor which did live in the woods for several weeks before joining
the family.
Well the die was cast, I had made up my mind the Healey would have a
new home, it may be a single parent home but what the hell it was worth it
You Got me, you got me good, it was a brilliant April Fool Joke
Congratulations!!
Bill Orr
P.S. My Wife's name is Valerie, she's Italian, she believes I succumbed to
her brilliant rhetoric and common sense, I have not told her otherwise
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