This is a very sad admission, but on Sunday I did something I have never, ever done in my 31 years on this Earth.
I took my car through a (proper - the automated kind) car wash.
There was a reason behind it. My car conked out in spectacular style in Crosby a fortnight ago, and I finally got her back, all fixed and good as new, on Saturday afternoon.
As she had had a sore engine, and must have been very bored in the garage car park without my iPod plugged in to her, I thought it only fair to give her a special treat, so off we tooted to the nearest automated car wash.
It was great fun.
Instantly, I was transported back to those films you saw through one of the windows (probably the square) on Play School where the way something works is explained in big letters.
It's quite bizarre to sit behind the wheel while all sorts of soap and water is fired at your windscreen and you are, basically, a willing prisoner in the driving seat for five minutes, unable to see very much at all.
And I have to confess, it was just as exciting as it seemed on Play School all those years ago.
But after all that cleanliness on tap, I'm still a bit puzzled why my windscreen seems murkier than ever.
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