Listening to: Roadrunner (Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers)
Reading: Saturday's Independent
Regular readers (Mr and Mrs W) may remember me whingeing on last week about how I was managing to break just about everything, including Lennox the Land Rover Discovery (big, black, way past its best, but you wouldn't pick a fight).
Lennox had managed to be the first Land Rover in history to become totally passenger-proof when three of the five doors jammed solid, leaving only the driver and rear doors in use.
Well, ladies and gentlemen. . . pause for drum roll. . . may I introduce to you the world's first self-repairing Land Rover Discovery.
I had taken the dogs for their late-afternoon constitutional on the beach and loaded the chaps up to return to the croft when I slammed the rear door and something in the front passenger door went "clunker-chunk-bunk-schwunk-bang" and the locks on that door and the rear driver side door popped up. The window has slipped slightly and is now at a jaunty angle with a quarter-inch gap in one corner, but I'm really not going to let it worry me. What's a little wind noise, after all.