Anticipation

Following Grit's outpouring of nervous exhaustion yesterday, she can only report today that we have once again brought home the little red two-seater car. Big Bro in Suffolk had taken possession of it, to maintain and weld, and do things to it that we never can, because our days are short, encumbered, and we are inept at car maintenance.

I don't know why we keep that car.

I do, of course. The little red car, the one me and the manly Dig used to make our appointment at the registry office, is a frail reminder of our life, pre-children. We hang to it, insurance for when the kids all turn up one day and announce 'I'm moving in with Toby/Annie/Clarabell...'

Then we can do what the hell we like.

Suzuki Cappuccino with removable lid. Seats couple.