Avid readers, I fear that I am costing Tiggz hard earned money. Well, I say hard earned in the loosest possible sense, as he's on to a winner at the moment. A couple of clicks on his PC, fuelled by a synapse or two and a spoonful of creativity and a few dollars more wing their way across the pond in his direction.
He hardly uses his car and the time has come around again when it needs it's MOT. [the annual test in Britain for old bangers]. His mileage last year was less than 200. His needs are simple and he has discovered the delights of cycling. This was brought on by self assessment when he turned 40 and because I called him a fat git. He is now almost as slim and beautiful as his father. [He'll never reach the heights that the TG scales - she is a deity after all].
He was seriously considering junking the car and saving himself time, trouble and cash.
However, the need for me to be in a safe environment at the gated community [nothing to do with me wanting to live somewhere overlooking a marina with a video entry system and remote controlled gates and servants vacuuming the stairs], means that we will be beyond sensible cycling distance.
So the car is at the garage and, if last year is anything to go by, it'll cost a small fortune.
Still, I'm worth it. I certainly never gave any consideration to cost in dragging him up proper.
(I'm very glad Tiggz will be able to visit; I need all the moral support I can get. Lo, TG Ed.)
Next time 'The gullibility of care workers in Australia'
PS My little bout of temper the other day has worked - we move on the 14th June - many hurrahs and a bit of a hangover today.
