When I go away on holidays I leave Roxy at my brother Finian's house. I don't like the idea of having my car outside my empty house. At least this way, burglars can only target one of my prize posessions at a time!
There is one downside. If the sun ever shines in Ireland, then the soft-top roof becomes a magnet for Tom Cat.
Can't really blame him as a warm, comfy roof is where I'd park myself, if I were a cat.
The last time I came back I had to book poor Roxy in for a Brazilian, she was so hairy! Finian and Marese promised me faithfully they'd look after her carefully this time. So you can imagine how distraught I was when Emma received a text from her dad, Finian
Don't tell Noeleen!
AND AS FOR YOU MARESE!
Don't think I can't see your reflection in the rear window, breaking your arse laughing at the good of it all!