Some years ago, two delightful young lasses (only just slightly younger than they are today) were exhausted on a Friday evening. Friday-ed. A difficult week of mundane conflicts and everyday disappointments could have led to a full weekend of moaning and whinging about their respective lots in life.

But instead they made a decision to list the things they were grateful for.

And the list is still going...

Sunday, April 1, 2012

A trusty steed

Henry, the 17 year old Mazda, took me places. Bondi, Petersham, Redfern, back to uni, the Randwick to Silverwater run. He did the New England, the Pacific, the Great Western. Weddings, 21sts, 30ths, 50ths, funerals. Through a few break ups and shiny new relationships. So driving lessons, and deso sessions. Ha few crashes and so many fantastic adventures.

But when he started making noises that I would call "unreliable" and would make Sparky dub him The Death Trap, it was time to trade him in. Granted, he is old enough now to have his own driver's license...

Parting is such sweet sorrow! Farewell Henry!

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