The reason we went to Inverness this weekend was to buy a car.
Old Car, thank you for not killing us. I tried to drive you, but you were a bugger. Still, you showed us lots of nice stuff.
New Car, welcome to the family. Please dont kill us. I hope we have lots of nice times together. Because I was there when we got you, somehow I feel more like you belong to me, and am inclined to learn how to ride you.
I still wish there was a better alternative to everyone owning a car and endlessly burning up petrol. But this was a necessity for Craigs work, because the old car could barely crawl up the 13% incline of the Berridale Brae, which he travels a few times a week, and it had trouble overtaking tractors and such quickly, which is important on our tiny, deadly roads.
Cars, mortgages… this husband is dragging me into western adulthood!