Yesterday was my birthday. I’ve had a shocking couple of weeks lately of things breaking, budgets blown and just things going awry.
One thing I regret is not having met Carroll Shelby. It was always on my to-do list and now that is never going to happen. A few days ago I bought this - I’d been eyeing it off for a while and my birthday seemed a great excuse to get myself a copy.
The book has just turned up today, while I was literally thinking “what am I going to read in on the train to work today” as I left the Triumph at work last night.
My present has turned up a day late, but also right on time. Spooky.