Driving my new car.

Ken is like a kid with a new toy! (But aren't they all like that - men, I mean, with cars...). We collected my car on Saturday and I 'allowed' him to drive it home. On the way we stopped and bought number plate protectors, seat covers, and other paraphernalia that Ken insisted was necessary. He wanted to get mag wheels, whatever they are, but I put my foot down at that - don't like attracting attention to my cars with expensive doo-dads.

On Sunday, we went over to visit his Mum and I was allowed to drive - lol! Ken sat in the passenger seat, rolling his eyes and scowling whenever I did something 'wrong' and in the end I said "Look, I had a ten minute test drive last week - this is only the second time I've driven it. Gimme a break!!" I told him he could drive home from his mum's if he was going to pick on me, but he said no, he wanted me to drive. But he was a bit quieter on the way home - just gritted his teeth now and then!!!

Today (Monday) I had a couple of short trips back and forth to the local shops and to a friend's house to show her the car, and I managed to keep from putting any marks or dents on it...cross your fingers that I can continue that way for at least a month!