The problem with having en ever-expanding menagerie here at Vitriol Towers is that there's never enough space to carry everyone and everything. So the time had come to put away childish things, accept that my life of fun and silliness was over and become 'Norman Normal' - taxi-service Dad with an estate car.
Then, as it so often does, good fortune came my way in the colonial shape of a colleague of The Darling G, returning to the US after a secondment here. And selling his estate car.
Ever since I read John Gardner's 007 books I've wanted a Saab. So now, I feel like a big kid. I've finally got one - a 2002 9-5 Aero Estate. We got it for an absolute song, too.
It's hard to say just how chuffed I am. I am a happy Dungeekin, and I finally own a Silver Beast.
Then, as it so often does, good fortune came my way in the colonial shape of a colleague of The Darling G, returning to the US after a secondment here. And selling his estate car.
Ever since I read John Gardner's 007 books I've wanted a Saab. So now, I feel like a big kid. I've finally got one - a 2002 9-5 Aero Estate. We got it for an absolute song, too.
It's hard to say just how chuffed I am. I am a happy Dungeekin, and I finally own a Silver Beast.
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A man after my own heart
Am so glad ;o)
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