Finally, after much false optimism, I have been forced to acknowledge that the Pottermobile is fucked. New valves are urgently required at £800 upwards, so time for a sneaky trade-in ('She's driving lovely......I'd just keep the engine running, though, if I were you mate!'). So Fubar went looking for a car for me. I decded a wee Civic coupe or Megane coupe would be just the ticket; after all, I am no longer a leather clad Kylie-alike, but a lady of mature years and an embryonic gardening obsessive. Plus Group 5 Insurance appeals to me after three years of Group 14. So we went off to see the Megane of my dreams.....and as soon as we got into the forecourt I saw an MX3. As Fubar said, 'Oh fuck, here we go.....'
Anyway, say goodbye, Old Pottermobile:

And hello, New Pottermobile!

Vrrrrroooooooommmmmmm!!!!!!!
Am going to start wearing leather trousers again!
Anyway, say goodbye, Old Pottermobile:

And hello, New Pottermobile!

Vrrrrroooooooommmmmmm!!!!!!!
Am going to start wearing leather trousers again!


