Jack gets in just over the line again – –

Continuing from last week – –

When Wendy first came to Scotland and we prepared to get married, she got an earlier model SEAT Ibiza car. Part of the deal for her PhD studies was that she should teach a semester of classes for undergrad students, which meant going back to Newfoundland for a few months.

She was in the habit of getting drive-thru food when on the road and also in the habit of dumping the empty bags and containers over her shoulder into the back of the car. So while she was gone I gave her SEAT a thorough clean, and when she came back she found it sparkling (true love!). I had hooked an empty bag on the glove box handle as a hint – –

Within a week the bag was full, and so was the back of the car! Never try to change your life partner…

Then there was the time she went into town. Our nearest town of any size was Cupar, and it had a marvelous bakery shop called Fisher and Donaldson.

I was surprised when she came home in a taxi with the excellent rhubarb pies they made. She had come out of the bakery, walked over the sidewalk, and dropped the only key for the car down a drain! It took us three weeks to get a replacement key, and meanwhile the car sat by the side of the road back in town. But she did buy me an extra rhubarb tart.

Twenty six years later, and I have just cleaned out our newest car – a Prius Prime. I lifted out all the stuff and killed our fairly new vacuum in the process! I found some home-made rhubarb pies – – –

Let the circle be unbroken – –

Come back next Wednesday for more from Jack