Cold, cold Norfolk

TheLoveMachine does not like snow.
She took bloody ages to get started, took bloody ages to get warm enough to sit in, and then skidded on every bloody corner and every time I touched the bloody brakes. Maybe Philippa’s right and it’s time I considered buying a newer, more reliable car. I said I’d only do that if we could keep TheLoveMachine to use in the Summer for camping. I then got a long lecture on the costs of keeping a car on the road and how pricey it would be for us to have three vehicles. I then said “Don’t talk to me like someone who’s never owned a car before - I know exactly what the price of insurance is” We then had one of our long, boring silent sulks that tend to go on for a week or so. Thankfully though we both calmed down after an hour and made-up by sharing a bath together. That was going well until Philippa said “I’m worried we might be damaging the bathtub” and got out “in case our combined weight is too much for the bathroom floor to handle”
Bloody women.

RC 15-1-13