Last Words
Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 4:46 pm
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."
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."