Slow lane

I’m really getting into this oversleeping routine – I woke up on the sofa at 930 today, and bumbled through the rest of the day.
As we contemplate buying a car, a had a couple of test drives, in the rain. I drove a Subaru Crosstrek, which was strange, in how strange it wasn’t; it just felt like a very normal car, with nothing surprising or irritating at all, and it also has a steering wheel that you can adjust up and down and backwards and forwards. It doesn’t go like the clappers on the motorway though.

Then I tried a Tiguan, an enormous VW SUV that can seat seven, and didn’t exactly fall in love with it. Strangely, it felt flimsier inside than the Subaru, which was not what I had expected, but it was also a lot roomier, so on a cross country trip it might we’ll be superior. The salesman himself seemed very much against VWs in general – lower residual value, higher service costs, not as safe as the Subaru, which felt a bit odd. But we shall see.

Then I went home and had stomach pains until about 11 this evening, where I lay on the sofa and groaned. Moral of this story: don’t buy a car?

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