NG and I were out for a walk before dinner, and there was a Maserati parked by the kerb. NG commented that Italian sports cars are not enduring, and I just could not stop retorting that he had once asserted that imperfection inspires passion, and that one took more care of temperamental Italian cars (likening ow to one) whereas a reliabe Porsche you knew would come through anything (likening me to it).
Well of course, as soon as I said it, I wished it could be retracted. He looked shell shocked, but recovered quickly and changed the subject. Lord, where did that come from? I've been so good at deflecting my thoughts away from the a, to be honest it knocked me for six too. Sigh.
