A Cautionary Tale

I don't drink. I'm not anti or a Methodist or anything, I'm just not very good at it. I have been pregnant or breastfeeding for too large a portion of my life and I have lost the knack somewhat.

I say I don't drink, but it would be more accurate to say I very rarely drink as every now and again I have memory lapse and think it might be nice to share a glass or two of wine with my husband of a weekend.

This is not, as you may be thinking, a cautionary tale about the evils of alcohol. No indeed, the wine agreed with me and there were few ill effect felt the following day. Until my husband and I remembered we had sort of slightly bought this;

I am not, nor have I ever been, into flashy cars. I have no want or need of an Alpha Romeo. I would much prefer a gas converted van or something that can tackle snow and mud. As far as I'm concerned, this car's most redeeming feature is that the leather interior is potentially 'wipe clean'.

I have not the time, money or patience to pander to a car.

So the moral of the story is do drink, go ahead and drink as much as you like, but if you drink, stay off e-bay.