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Some years ago Stephen purchased a car that was the same colour as the sun. He spent many months restoring it to its former glory. He ordered parts from England and when they'd arrive he'd disappear down into the garage to add a little bit more to the puzzle of the old mechanics of which he was unfamiliar. He sourced windows from Sydney and parts from all over until he had the little yellow car, of which he is so very proud. The little yellow car has delivered great pleasure since it was recovered from a sale plot in inner Newcastle. It has travelled near and far, to Bathurst and Katoomba too. I love the funny lights that rise and fall at the flick of a switch; the two little eyes that hide within the car when not in use and especially the little fur muff over my seat belt. When we went to Bathurst the water in the fishpond of the B&B froze overnight and despite the extreme cold the little yellow car purred into life. In Katoomba it rested in the Echo Point Hotel car park while we shared Christmas in July with a group of friends. Brave little car managed the hills and even the motorway.