Today I got my car valeted - it was my birthday present from my brother.

And *I* asked for that as my present.

I’m only 26! At this rate, you’ll find me drooling over rawlplugs in some hardware shop before I’m 30…

On the plus side, my car is now shiny and clean, and smells of lemon, and no longer has thousands of little dead flies plastered all over the number plate and my windscreen. I kill thousands of the little buggers every time I make the 180-mile drive from Norwich to Staffordshire, which happens most weekends.

I don’t mean to - I don’t particularly LIKE having little strips of pink appear on my windscreen just as I’m navigating a bend at 90mph in the middle of Befordshire. I guess the flies aren’t keen on it either..

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