Pamela, my dear old 7 seater mercedes was the most popular attraction in the village for while. At one stage, I can swear I had nearly all of year 5 in the back of her on one journey home from school. And most of these in the 2 seats facing backwards.
You know the way the sun can shine with such intensity to make even the most mundane objects glow with such mystical qualities that you can’t take your eyes of them? Well, ‘Pamela’ for about 4 years (whilst the children were at Little Kingshill primary school) had that special light shone on her most of the time.
It may of course have been this, or it may equally have been the fact that nothing else passes for entertainment in our village. A bit like Clement Freud’s impression when asked to comment on New Zealand “I find it hard to say, because when I was there it appeared to be shut”.
But what-ever it was, she was a 1 1/4 ton treasure (and yes my children have asked my Dad to convert this to kilograms which he did in nano seconds) and is sadly off today to be crushed, still thick with childhood memories.
That’s gratitude for you. Thanks Pamela.
p.s you live on in my teenage son’s bedroom (yes that is him barely visible behind the wheel) as he stripped you clean of all your shiny memory things faster than a field of locusts yesterday. In fact I am worried for my Dad who is presently driving her to the crushers with nothing much more than a stick and a ball of string for guidance.