Stuffed with damp Junk!

Well the garage was-not me. I'd been stripped down and my intimate little bits were scattered all round the garage.
There was the ever present danger of a vital part of me being ruined by the damp which now penetrated the woodchip roof of the shed and the increasingly unholsome corrugated concrete roof of the garage.
Can you believe someone roofed a shed in chipboard? I was regularly showered in wood crumbs when spiders trapsed across the ceiling.Very messy!

When the Y10 left us he was replaced with a silvery Chinquecento Sporting who was a delicate little flower and suffered a burst radiator, swiftly followed by a distorted cylinderhead when a foreign object found its way through his grille. He was replaced by a slightly superior Punto who always points out that she has Climate  Control not simply air conditioning. One used to open ones quarter light for a breeze.

She was getting more spots dropped on her from the crumbling roof and at last a decision was made and work began on the garage replacement.
Boxes were packed with things too useful to bin and some things were actually thrown out.
One morning a transit arrived and was loaded with the contents of the garage which went off to a local storehouse. One more trip and I was feeling very exposed. I wondered at first if I was going to have to brave the elements in the front yard but I was whisked away and pushed into a stall in a local barn behind a Morris Minor restoration firm.

This was almost exactly the situation I'd been rescued from all those years before. I began to worry again that the Autostrada in the sky was beckoning. I shouldn't have worried; I was rolled into the warm, dry workshop and reunited with some of the panels that had been sharing the garage with me. They'd suffered from the damp and had to be stripped and re coated before work on me could start. I was apparently a bit of a novelty for the men working on me. Although they were used to welding, they spent all their time repairing rusty Morris Minors. One was delighted to work on a different make of car and another started talking about his days as an apprentice for a Fiat garage.

I quickly had my left floor replaced along with a neatly patched rear wheel arch and numerous other improvemants. A new inner sill arrived from Middle Barton Garage and went straight on to my right side. God, I looked good! Life was getting better by the day!