Pretending to be an Aston

A morning waiting for more building materials to arrive for the garage and looking at the skies darken and the cold wind to come back.

Then PM SAAB run to the Heath with shoes to be altered.

It was chaotic [as usual] but luckily I spotted a space appear in front of me so I squeezed in.

Then pretending to be the Aston we saved the planet.

ION: A third senior Tory defects to Reform and is welcomed by Uncle Nigel.