Mavis and I had to drive up to Carlisle on Saturday to pick up Albert. Not a comfortable journey as we had to use a van.rnThe filling station was pleased to see us as he was occupying one of their pumps, bleeping desperately forrnattention. I put him out of his misery by disconnecting his battery.rn"My God!" said the pump attendant. "I think you've killed him."rnI pointed out that he was only a machine, but noticed Mavis was wiping her eye when I turned around.rnAfter pushing the corpse into the van, we retreated down the M6, turning off at Penrith, where we stayed the night at The George. We were joined for dinner by Adam District Council's IT manager, Joe Stream -still carrying a torch for Mavis, I think. Mind you, who isn't?
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