You will never guess what.
Finished trying yet?
Yep, that's right. Betcha didn't expect that!
An actual, bonafide, grownup car - not a model one, or a toy one, or even a picture of one. One that can drive me places! Hooray!
I was in Brizzle a few weeks ago, seeing people, being tackle-hugged, weeping all over the place at how beautiful my city is and how beautiful the people I love are and how beautiful life is (eh, I was in a weepy mood - and have no fear, I found time to drink tea and smile and that). And to pick up my new car.
Things that are amazing about said vehicle:
We were both made in 1992. (A good year all round, I say.)
It is bigger than Mum and Dad's car (which makes me feel smug).
It was a gift. From fantastically generous friends and I'm still fan-girling at how incredible God's timing (and theirs!) is.
It has a massive boot. No more asking poor friends and family to help me move!
Best thing of all? I was rooting around for nicknames, and was gazing thoughtfully (no, not blankly, with purpose) at the license plate, and found out something incredible.
My license plate starts K810.
K + 8 + 1 + 0 = K9.
SO. Meet my faithful metal companion. I'm hoping he'll be around for a long time to come.
|True die-hard Whovians, please don't pummel me. I know it's not a perfect representation! ;)|
|And it has a calculator, an' it talks, an'... oh wait, that's the original. But my car is still pretty damn cool.|
Now? Well, now all I have to do is learn to drive.
On it. Like a car bonnet.
Ok, ok, bad pun/rhyme. Over and out!