baby, you can drive my car...

Finally! Well, don't I just keep abusing the word? But what would you expect from a happy, lucky girl who's finally feeling that her time is now? Not the time of her life, but sort of happy days are here again time? (As opposed to dull or unimpressive). So the car is finally parked next to our block of flats and the ride back home was pretty intense. And it's not that before I used to drive Fiat 126p only, but the acceleration really does make a difference. Not to mention the space inside and the comfort. What's more, Kamil is enrolling in a driving course (so proud!) and our cats are already equipped with ubercool suspenders-seat belts that attached to seat belt slots should make them true back-seat passengers. Turbo!