‘Nice car,’ said my host approvingly, as he saw me off after Sunday lunch last weekend, as the blossom hung heavy on the bough and all the birds of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire chorused in the sunshine.
I opened the door with pride. At this point I should boast that the vehicle in question is not some hybrid, some gleaming marque of prestige.
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