late last night

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Late last night, when all the cows were sleeping and the sun had gone to bed, we went to buy a new car. There is nothing wrong with our car. It's six years old and we've owned it from brand spanking new. When it's been washed it still looks brand spanking new and if you had to guess, you wouldn't say it was six. Husband is very particular about his car. As an aside, it's six years this month since we bought the car. Happy Birthday, Oktie! The car we ended up buying late last night was scuffed on the outside ... black with a hint of scratched silver and speckled with dents. The back seat, although leather, was very dirty, the sort of ingrained dirt that comes from years of child spillages {of every fluid imagineable} and little feet demanding to know, are we there yet? The steering wheel was basic; no fancy gadgets to change the volume on the radio! And yet, we looked, we nodded and we declared that this extremely old lump of metal was our new car. Then we went home. Home was also a bit basic and a bit dirty, but not to worry. We were only going to be there for the night. We went to bed. And when I woke up, none of this had actually happened.