That's me and my mother in the photo on the blog-header, with Dad's car, back in 1963 or thereabouts. Dad brought home the lovely old 'jalopy' one evening right out of the blue, I remember my mum wasn't too pleased and she refused to ride in it for a couple of days. I don't even recall how he came by it...it just arrived, in spite of us being impoverished at the time, hence mum's disapproval. My brother and I went out with him that evening for a drive and I nearly wet myself laughing because not yet being used-to the clutch and gears Dad did 'kangaroo petrol' down the road. He was embarrassed I think, because he shouted and looked stern which only made me want to laugh more, you know how it is? Like when you're in the library right beneath the sign that says, 'Silence' and your mate cracks a joke about the librarians stuffiness.