One year older today and rapidly approaching Saga territory.
To celebrate I finally bought a motor.
Cue drumroll......a second hand Suzuki Wagon R+ as extolled by the over sixties and the Japanese. Doubly extolled by elderly Japanese. Yes, it's a box on wheels and I shall undoubtedly attract derisory comments. But it drove well, is spacious, cheap, cheerful and I hope reliable.I collect it later this week and look forward to putting it through it's paces. 0 - 60 eventually and a top speed of better than Reliant Robins....allegedly.
I like it and the other cars I tried out just did not meet the strict criteria I set...Cheap & cheerful. Previous owner an elderly female librarian who holidayed in Bridlington once a year and had a cat called Marmaduke.Like most blokes I am like a child in a sweetshop / a dog with two tails / a horse saved from the knackers yard (pick one). It might be second hand but it's my new toy and I shall play with it.
On the home front Mrs C. has had various appointments at the chesticles clinic; No 1 son has injured his leg and so have I. I have a limp (fnarr fnarr) but my ankle only hurts when I rest it. How bizarre is that. My brother has also injured his ankle and both of us have no idea how our respective injuries occurred. Alien abductions may be the answer although I suspect a more prosaic answer but I haven't had much ale lately so I can't blame drunken escapades. Mind you, the only drunken escapade I am likely to face these days is to endanger my health with a donner kebab. blimey, I could murder a kebab right now to go with my bottle of 'Butcombe Gold'. The bottled version is 4.7% abv.
Anyhow, back to the 50's R&B before I go to watch 'Who do you think you are?' Tonight it is Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen: Is he a fop or a complete wanker? Vote in the comments please.