Garage Man (boy)

So Dominic Ferrarra not only wears white spangley tight trousers he is also a bit of a motor mechanic expert. My rear view mirror had disengaged itself from the windscreen due to some pink handbag attack and so DF managed to fix it with his own DNA and a bit of sellotape. As I drove he said, 'Hark I hear a noise acometh from thy front rear end'. 'I beg your pardon, kind sir', I replied. Shocked by such an accusation and drove on through the streets of de olde Finchelette. DF heard the noise again and lo and behold I realised, with a raised eyebrow and a hhmm, that something was amiss.

I took my car - this is as exciting as it gets these days - to a local garage where I was told by a mechanic, age 4 and a half, that my suspension had gone and so had my steering chassis (or it was going). I did ask him the compulsory question whether the suspension thing was due to too many people in my car requiring lifts or whether it's been laden with too much shopping. He said no and decided to draw me a diagram of the damage. I thought that was very kind so I drew him a picture of a flower.


The coffee at the garage was foul. But they have a good stash of women's mags.

Fascinating stuff in this month's Cosmo! Worth reading....