Revolving motors

I'm really trying to get used to this new blogger interface but I hate change unless it's a change in chocolate brands.

So changes.......

I'm impatiently waiting for mail so I've been out looking at least 3 times already.

I hear the bvroom of the Datsun in the carport as it shoots off.  I'm up to my ears sorting out a trillion of his socks for the washer so don't wonder that he doesn't come in. He must be busy, please let him be earning money for once.

Out for another mail check, gates are shut.  Strange, he usually leaves them open for the precious 'built from scratch' Datsun to come back.  Turn head, do double take as I now have a shiny silver ute in the carport.  Down to the gate, silver station wagon is still there but black ute has gone.  Come to think of it, when did I see the black ute last? Wednesday?  Cue senior's moment.

Considering the money, work, sweat and tears that have gone into the little Datsun, I may well kill him if he's sold it or worse, exchanged it for a shiny silver ute.  I may be jumping the gun here, jumping to conclusions or just jumping.  There could be blood on the moon tonight.

Update: Datsun is back in carport. Silver ute is here to be polished. Black Ute is sitting somewhere with a big "For Sale" sign on it. And the BOH has just driven the station wagon back to work. He lives another day.