Driving Miss Jo

On Tuesday I was thinking "6th March - that date seems familiar...". Then I realised that it was the day I passed my driving test - 20 years ago. TWENTY YEARS! How did that happen?

My first car was my Dad's Austin Maxi. It was a challenge to drive and was probably what's made me a confident driver ever since. It was a knack to get into 5th gear, only really possible at the bottom of a steep hill and with some nifty double de-clutching to boot.

Quite a few cars later, I'm now thinking about what to get next. I currently drive a cute convertible Citroen and its lease is up later this year. The most sensible thing money-wise would be to get another Citroen, and I'm thinking the dancing, skating C4. I'm a sucker for the clever ads. Plus it's a grown-up car. I suppose I should be grown-up... Maybe...

There's No Place Like Home

Well, my blog's really been living up to its name of late, hasn't it?

So, what's been going on?

Everyone seems to be on the move. PT is on the threshold of home ownership again, MaryB's found her true New York home, Chux is upping sticks to get some sea air and Delmonti has found a place to call his own. There must be something in the air - 3 people who sit near me at work are going through house purchases, along with the usual tales of gazumping, estate agent shenanigans and other horror stories.

It really makes me happy to be home in my humble but comfortable flat. I can't imagine moving, although I'd love a house, with a garden, a dining room and a parking space. But the idea of all that house-hunting hassle makes me happy to accept eating my tea at the coffee table and the trek across the road when unloading the shopping.

So I'm staying put.