Ha, but you didn't dare ask about the paint, i presume?
Limbo...
Frankly, I didn't even think about that; I was more concerned with tracking my memory. I agree, though, that I would not have asked about the paintwork if I'd remembered; if I'd remembered and knew the guy I would have, but this was the first time I ever set eyes on him and wouldn't have wanted to lie to him had he asked for an opinion. A bit like dealing with people on the Internet: you feel obliged to be careful because you don't want to hurt people's feelings unless they attack yours first.
The car was not on the street and not in the workshop either; maybe it was being kept at home because of the stormy weather. I, on the other hand, enjoy strong rain (not from the Sahara!) because it helps keep the bird shit off the car, and washes away the salt deposited from the sea winds.
Rob