I'm afraid we're going to have cancel this evening's planned Beetle Drive.
I should never have given Marston the organisation job. But he was keen, and I was distracted by all the near-misses on the maternity front. I did explain to him very carefully the way that Beetle Drives work. He was very attentive. He did what he was told. Exactly. He made his own beetles specially for the evening.
I say "made". "Dismembered" would be more accurate. The Beetle Drive's off. And I'm off my dinner.