Parting is such sweet sorrow. The Superb is almost at the end of its time with us, and the knowledge that I'll shortly be watching it disappear down the road and out of my daily life brings a mixture of pleasurable memories of an eventful year in its company, and sadness at seeing it go. A week ago I awoke in the night with sudden horror that the Superb might be about to disappear prematurely. Surfacing reluctantly from deep slumber at 2am, I was alarmed to realise that the Skoda was wailing a warning in the driveway. We were downstairs in a flash, pausing only to grab a truncheon sized torch (me) and an old family walking stick (hubby).
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