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Date: 14 March 2006 16:50:04
This weekend I attempted to see how much baby paraphernalia can be crammed into a Ford Ka. I thought I was doing pretty well until I realised that I'd forgotten to leave room for (a) the Little Sprout (and his car seat) and (b) his dad. After a bit of rearranging - whilst being watched by our builder (who has finally come back to finish the roof job) - I managed to cram everyone and everything in and we headed off for a weekend at Gran's down in the Westcountry.
Coming back was even more of a challenge since Gran has decided that she really needs to knit her first grandson hundreds of hideous jumpers. Hopefully as he grows the speed at which she can knit him jumpers will slow, but right now it seems that little baby jumpers can be generated at a rate of one a day... So 8am yesterday morning I was busy cramming everyone and everything plus a pile of new jumpers into our Ka. When I first announced I was pregnant, Dad-to-be said we needed a car (previously we were a public transport & bike family). Now, four months into fatherhood, he's saying we need a bigger car. Some people are never satisfied.
The journey home took a while... in addition to having to stop and feed Sprout, there were also a lot of road works on the M5. In case there's some ‘foreign' readers, that's M for Motorway. You know, three lanes of traffic each way travelling at 70mph. And road works that require traffic cones to block off lanes. And crazy men who decide that the best way to set up cones for a new section of road works is to park their van on the hard shoulder, put a pile of cones over their own shoulders, and run across the road to the central reservation. Yes, you heard right. On our way up the M5, on one of the sections without road works, there were two men Running Across The Motorway With Traffic Cones On Their Shoulders.
My Ka has Marvellous brakes. I think we'll keep it for now.