Tents and Estates
It’s all gone to pot. I don’t mean the green smelly stuff either. I mean urban life as we know it has gone. Yes that’s right, we’ve moved to the country and got a dog, but now we’re going one step further. We’re getting an estate. Not just any estate, a deisel estate. We have turned into the country set over night. Oh and before you say anything more, I already own a pair of Hunters Wellies, but absolutely no tweed.
There’s a good reason for wanting the estate, I’m travelling further to work. As we all know the democratic government in the UK is going the way of a dictatorship, so the rise in fuel costs is not helping my pocket. R’s, admitidly very nice car, sits on the driveway and does nothing. Mine is seven years old and falling to pieces. Add into the mix we have one dog and want another next year, we want to go out walking with her, so it’s only fair we give her a bit more accomodation when she’s in the car. The choice has been made.
Also given the high cost of, well, everything, we’re going to get a tent, so we can go camping. I can’t believe I said yes to that, but the thought of being able to go away with the dog, and cheaply is very appealing. We can throw everything in the car and pretty much go, whereas with a hotel, we’d have to have a dog sitter and hope there was room at the inn so to speak.
