Miss Ellen noses into North Africa

Well, Miss Ellen had her nose out of joint about the day's plans. But eventually she got off her high gear and wheedled, so guess where we went? 

Egypt. 

After all her reckless talk about Desert Foxes and Patton smearing fascisti guts to move his vehicles onward, it was a flat uneventful ride. And did she want to charge up the steps to actually INVADE? No, no: she likes her new tire. Plus her motor is not Italian-make, and therefore refused to grease the wheels.

But as you can see, we had a splendid day. 

Our Sphinx had not got her nose popped off by a Napoleonic artilleryman, either.