Well here is my battle wagon for my journey to work. Already scarred by the time I got it and one malfunctioning door marked with a cross.
The journey to work starts beside the industrial ice cream wagons. Many with articulated generators to keep their ices frozen.
There are confusing signs
And even more confusing signs and as for the speed limits I have no idea.
In the distance a mirage draws me along the road
Tomorrow I have to buy fuel – I am not sure I will be able to afford it.
But I shall battle on to do what I have to do.
(I wonder if they give Nectar points?)