We're just going out to buy my wife's daughter's first car.
She's actually my daughter, too but it always irritates my beloved when I say that.
I was only changing nappies and cleaning up projectile vomit a few days ago and now I'm paying for her first car. If anything could be guaranteed to make me feel old then this is it.
And the insurance! £5000 thousand pounds to insure a small car for a year. I could insure Afghanistan against more fighting for less than that. And we're not talking Lamborghini either. Its a VW Polo. I've got more horsepower in my lawnmower.
If the old ticker can take the pace, and the first driving lesson doesn't do for me it will be a miracle. London must be the worst place in the world to drive. Paris or Rome, or Milan are havens of peace in comparison. and I know because I've driven in all three.
Oh for the good old days of toxic nappies. Next she'll be demanding pocket money.