—This ‘un is a bit fucked, mate.

The dealer walked around the car. The Moggy Minor. Seen better days. But then they all had. Still a classic.

—Runs, though, Arthur said.

—You got any more like this, ‘ave ya?

—Yeah, I got a van. Can’t part with that.

—I’d like to see that.

—It ain’t fer sale.

—Right. Only this ol’ knacker, eh?

—Yep.

—I can do yer two an’ half.

Arthur sighed. It weren’t enough. But the rent wouldn’t pay itself. He didn’t want to live in the workshop again.

—Alright, deal, I’ll take that.

He could eat now.