At the age of thirty-seven....

...she realised she would never / drive through Paris in a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair....

Good job that's never been a particular ambition of mine.

In about three weeks we will be heading to Queensland for a little while to spend Christmas with my family. Andy is trying to concoct an elaborate scheme whereby we can get to the airport (and home again) whilst our car stays at home in our driveway. Because there are five of us (ie the 'someone else drives us' option requires more than one someone) this is something like the Konigsberg bridge problem. Last time we went, we left the car in the long stay carpark, so I'm not quite sure why he's so obsessed with not doing that this time.