Sometime in May 2007
Oh dear. We have a new member of the family. Of the vehicular species.
Tim is a Landrover obsessive. For the entire year before we moved here he spent most of his time in his best friend's shed rebuilding a Landrover that is older than me. He adores tinkering with them while constantly swearing at the illogical way they are built. But it's an absorbing hobby for him. And he left it all behind when we moved, which also means his special supply of Landrover specific tools were put into storage.
Until now, he's been getting the Metro to work, which is a long, and involved journey, even though his workplace is certainly within cycling distance - if he had a bike.
But someone from work is leaving and is donating his rather rickety old Landrover to Tim, who is naturally over the moon! No longer does he have to brave the rush hour Metro horrors AND he has a new toy to play with.
The first thing he did was to find a massive car supplies warehouse called SuperAutobacs. Think MegaSuperHyperMarket, but for car stuff.
It truly is an incredible store full of everything a car enthusiast could need, and much one doesn't need. There are diamante crystals to decorate your car, both inside and out: 101 different types of ashtrays, 201 different in-car dustbins, two entire aisles of car fragrance thingies and much much more. There was even a nail salon to keep the ladies occupied while their men lost themselves in the auto-heaven.
Ah well, he's happy, so I'm happy. Plus he gets home earlier and in a much more cheerful mood now he drives.
