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A couple of years ago, I was driving an old - but well- maintained - classic car along a dark, unlit country lane when I needed to dip my headlamps. I pressed the foot-operated dipswitch and the headlamps promptly went completely out. This left me in pitch darkness, but, fortunately, the road was straight so I was able to stop without incident. Had there been a sharp bend or another reason to make a quick change of direction, it could have been very unpleasant indeed.
It seems incredible that Karen and I have been married 20 years this coming December. I tell you this not to get a flood of fluffy cards wishing us well, but to consider the whole question of anniversaries. This year, there seems to be a surfeit of dates that we should wave a flag at, some good but, sadly, others not so.
I was standing underneath it, getting a good view of an encouragingly corrosion-free underside, when I saw the forklift's prongs nosing towards me. I got out from under, to see a tidy-looking 1989 Jaguar I XJ 3.6 before me, surrounded by scrap cars.