Well, this Camaro car is coming between Keith and his sleep. Since it arrived in the back garden, he discovered that it was quite damp inside as the roof leaks slightly so the solution was to put an oil filled radiator inside and run the cable through the French windows into the mains socket in the dining room. When he did this, of course, the windows didn't lock or even shut properly, so I'm afraid I had to put my foot down with a firm hand and insist that this arrangement could not stay in place overnight, as he wanted. (There were dark mutterings and even an outrageous suggestion that the French windows had been left unlocked on previous nights after I had let Lucy out for her evening stroll round the garden!) As if!!!
That was duly negotiated and agreed on but then he had to go out and make sure it was all-right before going to bed. There was even a brief musing on whether it was going to feel neglected during the night and whether it would appreciate being sung to.
No, I didn't call for an ambulance and straitjacket, but I am keeping a close eye on him - Keith, that is, not the car! :)