Our new Bentley was delivered on Saturday morning. The Memsahib has been a bit hormonal of late
so I let her drive it to a Bentley Drivers Club national meeting near Banbury, Oxfordshire within minutes of it arriving. Upon getting to the location a kindly old buffer in a Panama hat, a Royal Air Force badged blazer and wearing a Leander Rowing Club tie waved us to a halt ( doubtless he'd noticed a not unattractive, sun tanned blonde at the wheel ! I would have done ! ).
" Morning, my dear " he remarked, " we must be certain of finding such an attractive young lady and her beautiful car a parking place ! ". " Off you go, Edward " , he instructed his young companion ( a schoolboy, very likely his grandson ), " and bag that empty space next to that green Mark VII
over there ". And then, brandishing a shooting stick to clear away the hoi polloi, he strode in front of us leading the way. As if that were not enough, he then helped her reverse into the space, opened the door and kissed her hand, thereby undoing nearly twenty years of doctrinaire conditioning on my part to inculcate within her that that is exactly what she should do for me !