The Burgundy Bomber

Cr*p. I can't drive our car.

My arm is too sore and aches loads and i've been told that i can't lift anything heavy for a long time.

And our car is sh*t; it doesn't have power steering. So i'm not allowed to drive it.

My hub and I have fab jobs, a lovely home and we drive a banged out, R reg, rusty burgundy fiesta. The hub calls him (although I think the car is female, so her...) the Burgundy Bomber, like he's proud of the way its chuggs along at 50 miles an hour max.

Although the car is a shambles; I recently got locked inside the drivers seat and had to wind down the window to open the car from the outside to get out!, I do actually like it cause its so cheap to run. She (it's my blog!!) only takes about £25 to fill the tank and lasts for about 2 weeks. So all in all its an OK car. But we need to buy something new soon.

And I'm suffering from neighbour car-envy. Our younger, better looking, newlywed neighbours have just indulged in a new Honda 4X4. And I want one too. I made the hub sneakily look in their drive at 7am this morning to see it. But instead of giving me the thumbs up and a blank cheque to go and buy one...he just grumbled at me.

All of our neighbours must me mortified! We live in a lovely new development where everyone has neatly mowed grass, mini tree pots outside their houses and a car no older than 5 minutes in their drives...and then there's us...

So fingers crossed my hub will agree to go new-car-shopping next week. Otherwise i'm house bound, and i'm certainly not getting a cycle. Someone told me that they got a free car on freecycle...might take a look..... in the meantime, i'm staying in....