MY SHED has been the scene of mixed fortune over the summer. Some projects have been galloping ahead, making their way along the labyrinth of life towards someday being complete. Others have displayed the evil intent of some mysterious dark force that conspires to rob me of all energy and the will to live.
Into the ‘good car’ category goes the 1970 DS21 Citroen, the flying saucer looking toy with the weird hydraulic suspension that floats the car along the street, sublime in effortless
