Last Days of Steam

Dreamt that a steam engine clanked along the railway line at the bottom of my garden. Symbol of a bygone age, when Elvis was King and I watched all his films wearing my red nylon jacket. Drove down to the cinema in my Morris Minor, soon to be upgraded to a Hillman Minx, but it was rubbish compared to the Morris. Then a wee green Mini van, excellent vehicle but puddles stopped it in its tracks. Next came a VW Beetle, first registered in Baghdad, still with sand beneath the mats. Driving with this at night was a nightmare with its 6 volt lighting cutting a beam of light up to 12 feet ahead. Many mistakes and successes followed but I never got a steam engine.