A new romance
My other half is now in love with his American car, and it’s only been a week since they have been together.
He declared that he loved it so much he would even consider shipping it back to the UK when the time comes.
Why would you do that? I asked.
Because it’s such a great car, he replied with determination in his voice.
But you’d be driving a left-hand drive car on the left hand side of the road and there are all sorts of problems associated with that, I suggested sagely.
Are there? Like what? He looked confused.
Like going to a Drive-Thru McDonalds, for instance, I replied.
And so it was with those harsh, harsh words ringing in his ears that he instantly dismissed all thoughts from his mind of shipping his beloved Buick to the UK.
And that is the sad story of how I broke my husband’s heart.