Um, well, Diesel Head I suppose. Man, how I love my new car. It’s purple and it’s a Diesel and it has so many toys I’m still figuring them out a full four days after picking it up. And I’m the kind of person that sits down and reads the manual cover to cover. (Think: in those online cod personality tests, I’d come out on the shoegazing side of ubergeek. I’m not, of course; merely thorough. In some things.)

Of course the car’s not new new. This is my first used car: some other sucker has paid the depreciation, and more notably the 17.5% VAT. It tells me what fuel economy I’m getting on the trip (nearly always above 40mpg) and it doesn’t let me get the key out of the ignition when I’ve left it in drive. Oh yes, it’s an automatic too. It goes bing when I get too near anything whilst parking. It goes bing bing. I love my new car.

Desdog doesn’t seem to mind his little dog-tent that keeps him from getting slobber on/scratching/chewing the more important parts of the boot. I suppose he’s figured out that being zipped up in the tent is a prerequisite to going somewhere nice, having a dump and then running around like an idiot. What more to life is there?

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