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[Haviland]

So, back from a friend's funeral.

Organised and bossy to the end - one of her last conversations with Iain went like this.

"Sell my car. Sell your car.

Get yourself a nice new GTi. In red. But don't get the alloy wheels."

"Why not?"

"Because you're bloody crap at parking."

[Haviland]

Which he is.