“Oy! You see the paper this morning?”
“Why? Is there some new world crisis?”
“No - some bloke is auctioing our old Capris!
“Let me see.”
“Don’t be grabby.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“Pillock.”
“Mind your elbows, Raymond.”
“Here, take a look.”
“Bloody hell! I hope they cleaned up the, um, seats.”
“Mm, good memories there.”
“And cleared out the fish and chips smell.”
“No roses and lavender scent there.”
“Looks like they did a fine job cleaning them up.”
“Seem brand new.”
“How much are they asking for?”
“Around £230.00.”
“Bet ol’ Cowley’s spinning in his kilt!”
For Ali15son!