Stand by for a fifth, sixth, etc. as soon as I remember them.
So a small catch up.
While also in that city on Thursday, I took the ute to be serviced.
We in the country, it need not be said -- though I will anyway -- have another meaning for both the noun ("service") and the verb ("to service").
Shall I be expecting the patter of tiny Getz or Yaris in about nine months?
God forbid a Barina.
It was time for the (t)rusty ute to have its air-con flushed of mould (yuk!).
They did this and put in some deodorant to boot.
Wish I could boot it because, now, every time I drive anywhere, there's this terrible "fresh fragrance" in the cab.
"Fresh" as in "Eat Fresh" -- go past one of those SubWay places and try to inhale without gagging.
And the cab stench hangs on me for hours afterwards.
The smell is somewhat reminiscent of those tablets they use to "deodorise" urinals.
If in doubt, try The Railway Hotel in North ferkin Fremantle, go into the bog and take a deep breath before you go out again to inspect the dancing-but-unmoving silicone.
The only good thing is that it's raining down here in Minjup right now -- so not a good time for horse riding.
So that Amanda Lyn is unlikely to pass by while I'm smelling like the gents.
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