The mechanical collapse of two of the runabouts (both over ten years' old so that's not a surprise, they've lived a hard life) and their exclusion in the near future from entry into any city as they passed into the categories condemned by greenery, meant buying a car.
It has to be with sufficient ground clearance to go off-road - or at least on to roads that are a bit off; it has to have carrying space for trees and wine casks and bits of furniture and thus be able to be swilled out with a hose, near enough. It has to drive quietly and fast enough along the motorway. And have the latest eurogreen number.
This is it, I thought. The perfect foil to my Driza-Bone. My Ute! I was foiled at the last hurdle (which, come to think of it, was also a requirement for fitting into this wonder vehicle).
It has to carry at least five people.
That would be a Tardis, I argued. Anything less than a Tardis and it's just Ute-discrimination. AND NO GENERAL MOTORS (unless Mandelson is handing them out free, which he is until the English elections).
But lots of car-makers offer Cubes that meet these requirements which is nice - I suppose. I'll trade in the Lanci for the Ute. Once I've got the dog.
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you may have to go further a field for the new ute! I shall send some glossy brochures with my parcel and yes the dog is a must, may have to send one of those too.
Seven weeks and counting! x AA
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