So I got a new car, a saloon. It's immaculate, no really, in fact it's too fcuking clean for me.
I am more used to carrying bales of hay, bags of seaweed, cement and other assorted crap as well as out collie/kelpie sheepdog.
Now my last car wasn't immaculate. One of the young lads friends once asked me "John, what's that smell?"
I replied "I don't know Darragh, but if you find it I'll let you keep it", generous to a fault me
There is only so much borrowing of the old mans car I can do before getting told to PFO, without the P
The rear seats don't fold forward, I didn't re