Our brief dalliance with sunshine is over. Freezing fog obscures the land and makes my toes feel very uncomfortable. I notice the weather people are warning us of more wintery weather to come. Really? Who would have thought it?

His Other Car Is...

Another day on the farm. Huddled in a small office warmed only by a primitive electric heater, I meet up with a band of disparate doleseekers and prepare for another course, another day of learning how to be joyful happy droids earning taxes for the government to squander on ailing economies.

I was lucky to find it. The map pointed to an alleyway a hundred yards down the road, and we were there for two hours waiting for waifs and strays to arrive. Not good, especially now the freeze is back and I have to say, if it wasn't for that electric heater, we would have re-enactmented Napoleons 1812 Retreat From Swindon. It was surreal. How can it feel hot and cold at the same time? Bizarre. Still, at least we only shivered intermittently. In between sniffles we actually got some paperwork done.

The conversation got around to the matter of how much cars cost. It was generally agreed by all present that buying expensive cars is a silly idea when your young and newly qualified. Given that's a foregone conclusion that the car will be wrecked shortly afterward, a fact of life underwritten by stubborn insurance firms, surely a cheap old banger is more sensible. We were asked out of curiosity how expensive our cars were.

"Which one?" Said one gentleman. "I have many cars."

That raised a few eyebrows. Okay, what's the most expensive car you own?

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