Sam bought us a high pressure hose/washer thingy for Xmas. I want to call it a karcher, but it is actually Bosch. We don't do Xmas presents, or birthday presents for that matter, usually, not sure what that says, but, so it wasn't exactly for Xmas, you know, Sam likes to buy stuff.
So we washed the car. Fill the hose dispenser, point the thing like a gun - do you think they are sponsored by the gun lobby - and fire.
It was going to be a hot day, you know, so hot that some of us were going to die, according to the nightly news. Still what goes together like cheese and crackers, olive and tomato, greek yogurt and honey? The sun and water.
All we need was a couple of pairs of undies and a sprinkler. Ha ha.
At the time I didn’t think it was really doing much, the high pressure washer, not the temperature, but I have to admit after we’d finished and it had dried, I have never seen the Peugeot look so clean.
No really, I think everyone should get one. They use less water, after all, its claim to fame, water efficiency. (All the right wing voters can just tune that last remark out)
We'll get to the Honda in due course. Oh, I am so lazy, I should have done both while I had it set up, but fuck it, another day sounded grand.
And nobody died of heat stroke.
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