It’s one of those historic days today.
One of those days where you’ll always remember where you were. Not that you can forget, because it’s basically home. It is a lockdown after all.
I’m not talking about Trump leaving the White House probably, lets be honest, after stealing anything that wasn’t tied down and pooping in at least one of the drawers. I’m not talking about Joe Biden and Kamala Harris ushering in a sense of calm and truthfulness to the US political system. I’m not talking about any of that.
We’ve bought a new mother-flippin’ car.
I mean, currently what we’ve done is paid for a new motherflippin’ car to be moved from Glasgow to here. But it’s a step in the right direction.
It’s exciting times. We’re making promises to each other to keep the car neat and tidy and to look after it. Because, sometimes I leave a bottle of water in there. And we can’t be doing that.
Sometimes Carole leaves several bottles of water, eight pairs of shoes, a couple of coats, maybe a jumper, some Polos, a handful of copper and something that’s now sticky in the door panel.
So we both have a bit of work to do on that front.
But hey, we’ve done it. We’ve not faffed about or gone on major sulks about it and not wanted to do anything. We’ve been proactively reactive to the fact that the current car is dead on its wheels and we’ve been excellent. And we’ve done it. And now Carole’s worried there’s too much technology in there…
… and that there won’t be room for as many coats because of it.