Car wash

I used to be very very scared of car washes when I was small. I remember there was one time when Daddy brought me to the car wash when Mummy was not around - I howled and howled as I sat by myself in the back seat, until Daddy had to climb over from the front to comfort me. But I am a big girl now, and this time as th soap covered our car and made it dark inside, I laughed and watched the men outside in amusement.