The pub, although one we frequent for its fine carvery, was a poor choice for a car meet. Apart from always being packed on a Sunday anyway, the car park was an absolute nightmare, imagine Brent Cross shopping centre car-park at 6.00pm. I also wonder why there was only 4 other cars there.

It’s a nice feeling having sold the car to someone you know. These little reunions are quite amusing but one day, I’m gonna hide his keys.