Wow! You’re so lucky!’ Daisy exclaimed, as the white Mercedes pulled away from the kerb.
‘No, I’m not,’ Will replied, indicating left so he could drive into the space outside the vets. ‘I grant you I was lucky then, but I often have to drive around for hours before I can find anywhere to park.’
‘Well, that’s never happened when I’ve been with you,’ Daisy muttered. ‘A space always appears when you want to park, but I had to park miles away when I came here to see if they’d tracked down the cat’s owner, and it was tipping down with rain, so I looked like a drowned rat by the time I got here.’
Will chuckled.
‘Well, you went to the right place, then.’
‘Yes, but it wasn’t funny,’…