And so it was

Mabels return began on the wonder that is ebay. She was discovered, coverted and bid upon by her new master. From the moment he first saw her pictures, he knew she was for him. Her beautiful body, her box of accesories, her aroma of old mans draws and lack of indicators. He could feel nothing but love for Mabel, box and all. When he had finished his bidding war to make her his, he went to meet her for the first time. After battling the undergrowth, the track and trees, her pimp (what else would he be? selling her without a care for who she went to) showed her new master where she was sleeping. It had been a long sleep and her box of bits, long since removed, was damp and even that was in need of her new masters love ie chucking away and replacing with a new box to house her sacred pieces.

Within days, oh such long days they were, she and he were together. He had made space for her in a corner of his favourate place in the world, his business unit on an industrial estate just minutes from his home. They would be together through the working week, her just meer metres from his work.


In the following hours, he shared his new lover with his family. None of them really understand why this grey and mouldy hunk of metal was sat in the corner of his working area, taking up valuable space that was too good for anything else that was in dire need of a resting place. They didnt like the smell of old mans draws and wondered why their father would pay more for a car with no windows than on new bikes for them. His wife was slightly more understanding, but, more importantly, he felt the need to share pictures with you all, dear readers, than discuss her feelings on the new love of his life, Mabel Morris-Minor, soon to be the new Mrs Wilson.