They took my Toy car away on Tuesday. I'd spent what-felt-like days caught up in the insurance-company-telephone-death-spiral. Net result: he was written-off and taken for scrap. When the drove him onto the transporter, I seriously wondered if I was doing the right thing - it felt like a betrayal.
This is his last ever milestone.
Goodbye Toy and thank you for all the great times.
Friday, 25 January 2013
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It's the right thing to do. Even though it feels oh-so-wrong. Even though it feels extremely unfair, and as though there MUST be some other way.
Farewell, Toy. I'll miss hearing Pam boasting about ya. :(
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