10 February 2009
This morning I had to drive poor little Mazzie-the-Mazda through an overnight lake. I was scared. The water was high. Mazzie is low, small and not so robust. I was convinced that water would pour in through the doors. I'm sure I could feel Mazzie rocking a little as an oncoming car churned up waves. Panic. But she ploughed through slowly and kept me dry.
Keep your fingers crossed that she starts tonight when I leave work...