History tells of epiphanies arriving in the most mundane of places: Newton under an apple tree, Archimedes in the bath, so why not at a car-wash in Vanguard Street?
Let me set the scene. It was growing dark and I was returning from a dog walk with a very muddy Fox Terrier in the car when I first noticed the car-wash. Anyone familiar with my car knows that normally, a car-wash is way below my attention threshold. However, I do have a sensitive nose and on the evening in question the car reeked of wet dog. When I got home I would either have to wrestle a filthy and reluctant dog into the shower or spend the night breathing parfum de mutt through clenched teeth. Therefore the modest sign at the carwash advertising DIY Dog Wash blazed at me from the gloom like neon Eldorado.
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