Over the past week I have been moaning about how small my car is. My 1st car gave up the ghost last year after I more or less ran it until it fell to pieces. Me and my trusty Corsa were perfect allotment pals. With the seats down it could fit in 2 whole pallets or 10 dismantled pallets. It was great and definitely thief proof as no one would want the embarrassment of the dented old car being associated with them. In a pique of whimsy I purchased my dream car. It’s a 2 seater convertible and I love it . Unfortunately the boot is tiny and you cannot fit any decent sized wood in it. Believe me I’ve tried. And herein lies my problem. There is a skip at work which has been steadily filling up with new pallets, all unblemished and sturdy slats. They’ve been calling my name and I can’t do a thing about it! I have become more sad by the day.
To cheer myself up tonight I ventured out to the shops and bought myself 2 4 tier greenhouses and a bulb planter. I wanted some blood fish and bone or chicken pellets but they had none in stock. Just as well really as it was quite snug in the boot. I have broached the conversation about changing the car for a bigger one with the man but apparently that’s just nuts…..oh well!