The thing’s a wreck and a ruin. You should have seen the tyres go flop, flop, flop.
Blenkinsop.
But I’m going to race next week.
Mrs. Dot.
It’ll be impossible to move it for a month. It is in a state.
Blenkinsop.
Eighteen hundred pounds!
Mrs. Dot.
I don’t know how much it’ll cost to put right. You don’t mind, James, do you?
Blenkinsop.