My Little Piece Of Paradise Part 2
I had been at the garage for almost ten years and was in my early sixties. The garage had become my second home, and also the place that unblocked certain problems that I had in my head. I could never understand why the young mechanics could possibly have had an interest in an old girl like me.I was always going to be the only female in the garage, which suited me just fine. Each Wednesday morning, I would go out into the yard where the second-hand cars were for sale, and make general notes...