It's a year since I picked up my A500 sadly christened Tiny Car by my husband.
Just to celebrate someone drove out in front of me on a roundabout near work - thank goodness for the excellent brakes.
To add a bit of surrealness to my day the first job I had to do upon reaching work was to rearrange the letters on the clinic sign so that it didn't say something obscene. My life. Is turning into an episode of Reggie Perrin.
Paula