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Today our lovely friends offered to look after our kids all day so we could go and buy a jeep. (Ok, so we got up, brushed our hair and legged it, shouting a quick "is it ok if you look after the kids? Bye." over our shoulders.

Having thus made our escape, we withdrew all our money from the bank and raced for the border.... Well, in real life, we withdrew a bunch of cash and drive to Wokingham. There Mr B bought a car into which we transferred all our luggage and stuff so we could leave the slightly broken executive saloon somewhere in Southern England with free parking for Mr B's use in his future executive business here (or indeed just for going from saloon to saloon). Off we headed in convoy to find this alleged free parking... Only to stop after 2 miles to top up the 'new to us' car's coolant. And again after another 2 miles... At this point we stopped, admitted to ourselves that we'd bought a lemon (I mean be honest: with our history are you surprised?) and searched for a garage. As luck would have it, we stumbled across a Jeep dealer, who (long story short) will let us know in January how much it will all cost.

So, we reloaded everything back into the executive saloon and put it all behind us with a lovely visit to our good friends and my chubby charming godson. Such a cutie - all roly-poly thighs and throaty chuckles. After s lovely chance to catch up over pizza and fizz, it was time to head back south and join our hosts for curry, Cluedo and Downton Abbey (for the ladies, practice for tomorrow's sing song for the chaps).