If it turns and looks at me I'm moving out.
I made what (according to my wife) is the biggest mistake of my life yesterday.
With my new job comes a free Mercedes, but I don't want it. I'm happy to spend the forty minute journey to work freezing or being terrorised by manic driver who comprise the entirety of London's road users, in favour of my scooter. I might be in comfort but almost three hours spent in stationary traffic even in the most comfortable car is not my idea of fun. At my age (says she) I should just relax and enjoy it.
I'd rather relax and enjoy the extra two hours in bed. Perhaps I'm not getting the point.