Early (frosty) start cleaning the Mk7 after the muddy work in Gloucestershire. The wheel arches were caked in the stuff.
Came up well although inevitably I missed the odd bit.
In the walk I chatted to the postman (the famous Sean) who has already chatted up Oliver's new 'neighbour to be' who has a Ferrari (plus other cars). Oh village life.
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