MLS strikes

Geisha has a severe attack of MLS or Melting Leg Syndrome, brought on by a sunbeam.
The huge amount of bacon provided by Nessa and Stacey has almost been dealt with. We went to collect another second hand fridge, this time from a very decent chap who turned out to be half of our old vets practice before we moved to Rock HQ. He keeps pigs, or rather intends to keep pigs, the previous pig is now in the celestial sty. His are very free range as they are actually out on the common surrounding his house, much to the consternation of the passing horsey types who phoned the police. So our quick trip to get a cheap fridge for the ton of bacon crammed into the two we already have turned into a leisurely chat about the pros and cons of Berkshires, how wild boar Tamworth crosses would be entertainment if not exactly edible and then the chat turned to 4x4's and as the cars parked outside resembled a 4x4 showroom having a huge Nissan, an amazing Audi and a terrific Honda he knew what he was talking about. Fifi looked a bit out of place in such prestigious company with a monster fridge stuck in her behind.
The Honda was the most interesting though, it had a secret in the spare wheel compartment, an LPG tank. Were we interested in 50p a litre fuel?
Do our dogs pooh on the hill?
Of course we would be interested! There then followed a duffers guide to LPG, the locations of the garages, the key you get for 24 hour access, the running costs, the performance, would we like a test drive? The effect of this was similar to Toad being shown the magic of motor cars in Wind in the Willows. Tracey had to prise the steering wheel out of my fingers and I was led back to Fifi and lay on the back seat saying "Toot toot" quietly to myself.