When I first got Henry, I used to wash him reasonably often. Then the shine wore off that lark, so I stopped. Eventually, I started taking him to those car washes with the big scary brushes. The big scary brushes scared me when they came up the bonnet towards the windscreen, looking like they really were going to come smashing through. They never did, but I stopped going.

I can’t even remember how long ago this was, so you can imagine how mucky Henry got. Eventually, I decided enough muck is enough muck, so I took him to the hand car wash in Tesco’s car park in Bar Hill while I did the shopping.

When I came back, Henry was shining! I don’t think he’s been that shiny since I bought him. He is so shiny, in fact, that even Colin noticed his shininess when he got home from work!

I might get them to do the inside next.

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categories: Life and Stuff
tags: cleaning things, Henry
last modified: 21st Oct 2011