Wheels of steel

Took ownership of our new car today; a slate metallic grey Mazda saloon. 'When in Rome...' and all that. So once we adjust to the indicator being on the opposite side of the wheel and stop wiping the windscreen furiously at every junction, we will be sorted!

On the subject of wheels, it was decided between Woozles and myself that she is not ready for the school bus yet. I had thought 3 was a bit young but the minibus does cater for pre-school children (we live approx. 5 miles away from the site). She seemed keen to go on it and dashed on board with her chums and her backpack, but when the doors closed and the wheels started turning I could see her lip start to wobble and tears flowing. So I will be taking her for the school run, at least til the end of this term when we can review it.

We have had two quite severe storms since we arrived, with thunder, fork lightning and torrential rain. When we woke up on Sunday morning (I hadn't slept a wink anyway but miraculously Woozles had not even stirred) the road was covered with water, the drains were full and it had stopped just shy of our patio (phew). So maybe the next requirement for transport will be a dinghy!