We had an amazing conversation tonight that reminded me why I love my wife so much and why we have such a great life together (most of the time!). It was the kind of chat we used to have a lot but then, y'know, children come along and parenthood takes over and all you ever seem to discuss is nappy contents and feeding times.
We talked a lot about Philippa's possible career change, and we talked a lot about our current situation vis-a-vis vehicles. Not my favourite topic, cars, as I'm sure you're aware, but needs must when your chosen mode of transport is about to rattle itself to death. Philippa (as she does so often) made some very good points. We have two nice little cars, which we're both happy with, but we also have two nice little boys who are growing at a rate of speed that is shocking and need to be transported in comfort, alongside all the paraphernalia that is needed to keep them alive, fed, clothed and safe. It just makes sense for us to have something bigger, better and more reliable. A family vehicle, if you will. So it is looking very likely that we are about to become one of those horrible two-adult, two-children families that clog up the country roads with their big, shiny people carrier that has massive wheels and wide bumpers and a tendency to take up two parking spaces at the supermarket because neither driver can negotiate it into a space between two lines.
It pains to me to think I might be about to spend the equivalent of ten holidays abroad on a machine that's only purpose is to move us around Suffolk, and which I know will continue to cost money every year over and above what the initial purchase price is, but I'm also quite excited and feel like we're making a sensible decision here.
RC 27-4-23
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