The wife was working late tonight.
Her car , the green fiesta (aka the green nasty), has been stolen from outside her work and set on fire.
She is a bit upset.
RIP green Fiesta. 1995-2007
One of the last times it was captured on film 😦
It used to belong to my mum who drove and parked it through some of the roughest areas of Liverpool such as Knotty Ash, Cantril Farm, Croxteth, Old Swan and Edge Lane.
It spent time parked and unmolested on Huskisson Street in Toxteth, Bootle, Albert Dock, Halewood and in the University campus.
It was finally burnt to death in Fitzwilliam, West Yorkshire. It takes with it a pair of lovely gold shoes, spectacles and some cassette tapes.
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