w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"How long can you hold your breath
While you hold mine again, and wait
Just to watch you perform the great escape."

Moby (feat. Azure Ray): "The great escape"
From the album: "18"

In all the 'excitement' of cat-breeding activity over the weekend (I promise to restrict future references to the minimum) I forgot to mention about the car..

When we left the house on Saturday morning to collect TGW from the breeders (sorry) I noticed that the Cooper looked remarkably clean. "Did you get the car washed, Mrs.D?" I enquired. "I didn't ask for it to be washed" she replied, "but there is a team of cleaners who patrol the carpark at work, and if you leave your wipers down as a sign, they'll wash it while you're away/working. But I didn't do that?"

We could only guess that they'd washed the wrong car in error? But - Yay!!

(They could hardly put the dirt back on when they realised their mistake, could they?)

But the mystery was solved yesterday by a colleague, during her lunch-break.

He has a near-identical Mini and they both tend to park in the same bays each day (as if they'll mate [sorry]) while they're both working. And he'd asked the team to wash his car on alternate Fridays. Except that he wasn't working last Friday.

Result.