Now, Seeing as we were getting on so well, and seeing also that the garage was already full to the brim with cars and associated 'stuff', it seemed a shame that the Yakmobile should be consigned to the back yard. But I'm afraid to say that this is what happened.
For two of the most rainfilled weeks of last November the poor thing sat outside, covered with an inadequacy of plastic sheet, getting soaked through.
Looking at it in its miserable state with surface rust starting to show and the leather saddle seat saturated, I had to take pity on it and so asked it inside for a day or two.
It rewarded me by weeing oil on my nice quarry tiles. I put it down to nerves. Or it may have caught the look on Victoria's face when she saw it conveniently installed right in the way of Freezer, Washing machine, Back Door and other oft-used domestic areas.
I'm ashamed to say it didn't help itself by impaling passers-by with its rough ended studding pedal substitute.
Oh Dear.