Yesterday, after my little thrash, I dropped into see my mother.
She's been in a nursing home now, for 3 months. She did still live
in her granny flat, next to my home, until 3 months ago. She was
almost 99 when she had to go where there was a bit more help.
However, as I was leaving, a car with a couple of kids in it, pulled
out of a parking lot in front of me. The kids were staring at the
8. I've been getting quicker with my headlight switch finger, & I
flicked it while they were looking.
The kids today have mostly never seen pop up headlights, at least in
country Oz. When they poped up, & shone at them, the kids were
amazed. They were hanging out of the car, yelling something at me.
I couldn't hear what, over the rumble of the 4.6L, but it was
obvious that they liked it. I hope I didn't get them into trouble.
May I suggest that you flick your lights at the kids, when you get a
chance. They love it, & we just may develop a bunch of youngsters,
with their hearts set on a 7, when they grow up.
Hasbeen
