Meet Yellow Dog

This little vehicle arrived today, delivered by a man called Kevin who had it secreted in his Cazoo van. Kevin was a very friendly chap who hails from Stirling. We got on well. He noticed I was quite nervous. It was a while before I even sat in the car. It’s hard to explain. The phrase: ‘What have I done?’ comes to mind. Spent a lot of money on four wheels. Bought a car that is a ridiculous colour. I’ve decided to call it ‘Yellow Dog’ which is a common Native American name. It’s definitely a boy. It's now taxed and insured, but I think I've had enough excitement for one day.