Hansel had a very bad week. He had a wisdom tooth pulled and it hurt like hell. Worse, his beloved Coconut Teddy was still in Van Rehab unable to kick a bad exhaust habit. Hansel was very fed-up and bored and lonely so we went to visit the van. My worst fear was that she would have been thrown out of the shop and left to languish on the hardcore, deemed as too far gone to fix. Luckily she was on the hoist and Rob, the Dr. Drew of the Undriveable, was busy under her hood.
“Looks like we both have sore mouths” said Hansel, gently patting Coconut Teddy’s muzzle, much as you might a horse. Truly it did look as though the plucky van was opening wide as Rob used a drill and giant pliers to remove broken bolts from a worn manifold.
Coconut Teddy has been allowed home for the weekend. Hansel is smiling for the first time in fortnight.
Not much of a reader? Check out the movie version of this story here. As in so many things, I am indebted to 79 year old Doris Scorsese Brazil for introducing me to this use of technology. Please also note how very thin I am on the small screen.
