I've been for a long drive tonight and am feeling quite emotional about having to say goodbye to my favourite car ever, later on this week I am hoping that I will love my new Fiesta but I am slightly worried that I will miss Mr Zedders more than is healthy. I know it is the sensible decision because I really can't get him in the garage and my stupid neighbours all seem to have dyspraxia so, sooner or later, someone will take a chunk out of my car and I will want to smack them
I let Mr Two Bears drive for a couple of hours and he got out saying that he was 'tired' and 'his legs hurt' and, when I laughed, he muttered something under his breath about me 'obviously being twice the man he was' He is getting another Land Rover in the fullness of time, an automatic and something that he can trundle round happily in because that is what suits him but I really feel that Zed suits me and my way of driving. On the odd occasion that I have managed to drive on a track I have always felt that Mr Zedders and I somehow became one. He is like a big, powerful horse in many ways. Ok, I'll get me coat