
Once there was a car...
the people who made her cheekily named her the DS (deesse) because they knew that everyone would think that she was as beautiful as a goddess.
She was loved by Presidents, Popes and screen idols.

Philosophers
mythologised her and described her as having "fallen from the sky"
....and when you rode in her it felt as if you were floating on a cushion of air.
Well, turns out that all the time I thought that Mr H hadn't got round to sorting out a wedding car for us he had been secretly plotting a surprise.

Imagine how I felt when
this pulled up to collect me on my wedding day.
Imagine how I felt as we glided through town with the warm afternoon sun glinting on her oh-so- shiny wing mirrors, happy in the knowledge that the months of planning and waiting was over and that I was finally heading towards my man to marry him.
Imagine how I brimmed over with happiness and excitement as people stopped and smiled and came out of their shops and waved......
and imagine the smile on my face as the car finally crunched onto the gravel outside the castle and I saw my man there waiting for me.