Drive

My efforts to lower the tone of the neighbourhood continue unabated.  I’ve added my Old Car to the drive.  I would say ‘parked’ but that would be an overstatement.  Heaved into place would be more accurate.  It’s one of my two longstanding projects.  It’s a beautiful thing.  While it’s slept in my Nana’s garage, the inconvenience of getting there has kept it largely untouched.  Now I have three compelling reasons to sort it out: I can’t leave my house without tripping over it, T loathes it and I have the threat of a Council Order for turning the street into a junk yard.