'I could do with a nap myself,' Hope said, trying unsuccessfully to hide a 'There's something about the sea air that wears you out, isn't there?' Will nodded. 'That's why I suggested we pick up the coffees. I might regret it at bedtime but for now I'd rather be wired than weary.' Hope took a sip of her latte and reached for the radio controls. 'Good shout. I'll see if I can nd us some tunes to listen to.' They chatted as the miles passed,[…]

Maybe you should lay off the sauce.

Uncle Angus went on about the behavior of the car. She's a besom, a proper besom, her and her gears. She'll be the death of me yet one of these days.

For though thou wash thee with nitre, and take thee much soap, yet thine iniquity is marked before me.