Day before yesterday, I picked me car up from the garage. Geezer says "Car's over there, mate. Keys in the ignition." And I look, and I cannot bloody believe it. The car, is only 4 foot long. I said- I said, "What's this?" and he goes "It's yer car". I said "What do you mean it's my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ car?" and he said "Oh, well that's what it was like when you drove it in here." and I said "No, don't ♥♥♥♥ me about, how did I drive that in? It's only about 2 foot 6 tall." and he goes "Well, you must've put on some weight". I thought I was going ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mad. And then the manager comes up and I say "What the ♥♥♥♥'s going on? I paid good money for this." and he goes "What's wrong with it?". I said "What do you mean what's ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ wrong with it? Look at the size of it." and he goes "What?" and then I said "It's only about 4 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ foot long, what the 󠇯♥♥♥♥ have you done to it?". And then he goes "Er, oh, well that's how it came in. I particularly remember that one because I used to have one meself." A 4 foot ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Vauxhall Carlton? Oh ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ yes. And I say "Well it's had it then. Is that what I have to drive away?" and he says "Well, it's your car, take it or leave it, it's up to you." So I just had to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ squeeze into it didn't I? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ knees 'round me ears, in this 4 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ FOOT CAR THAT'S ONLY 2 FOOT 6 TALL. I mean, what am I, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ noddy?