It’s babies weekend!
And since we’ve moved to hippy-land, it takes somewhat longer to get home(and involves two modes of public transport), so we’ve taken to catching a cab from Central which is much faster and less cold and dark and spooty (although I do tend to become VERY travel sick in most taxis – so spend most of the journey clenching my jaw and breathing slowly to avoid hurling) and less stressful (because I do so hate catching the bus when I am laden with luggage or shopping or my gym bag). Last night, however, we hit a low in our taxi journeys, when Joe/Frank accidentally slammed my hand in the cab door – and my goodness it hurt (and I didn’t even swear! but I did think I would collapse). I am quite sore and rather bruised today (but it doesn’t compare to the pain of last evening – thank goodness for frozen peas).
All this makes me increasingly more convinced to say “stuff my ecological footprint” and get a car. 3+ hours public transport vs 50 minutes driving?1 Hmmmmmm. The debt and running costs give me pause though (I haven’t had a car for 6 years and haven’t missed it until now).
So, dear reader, I would anticipate news of Don and Carol car ownership sooner rather than later.
*What I was listening to when composing this post – yes, we are very sad indeed – this will massively mess with Don’s hipster cred.
1That’s 3+ hours twice a fortnight (Friday evening collection and Sunday evening return) and my travel time (half for the babies).