Me and Lucy: Our Story So Far...

As some of you may know, I own a Morris Minor Traveller called Lucy. Firstly let me tell you a little bit about her. She is 45 years old and was rescued from my Great Uncle's barn in September after being sat unused for 14 years. She was only owned by 2 other people before me. The village estate stonemason and the local farmer, being my uncle. The stonemason used her as a builders van and my uncle used Lucy as a posh car for when he wasn't driving sheep around in the back of his series 3 Land Rover. 

She has had her ups and downs since she arrived in my care, but over the past 9 months she has been amazing! She has taken me to school pretty much every day, and got me home again on most of them, she has even taken me as far as North Yorkshire to the farm she first came from, and then back again from that. 3 times! 

She has been to 2 Rallies with me. One of those being the Morris Minor Owners Club Young Member's Rally and the other one of those being the International Morris Centenary Rally where she was joined by over 600 of her brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews, and grandparents, and probably great grandparents too! 

The reason why I got a Morris Minor is quite simple. Insurance. The most expensive thing you can actually buy is Insurance for a teenage boy in the UK. On the ford fiesta that I learnt to drive in the insurance would have been 3 times what the car was actually worth in money. I had spoken to a friend about Morris Minors and he said that is was so so so much cheaper for the insurance, and no doubt it was, a quarter of the price! So that is why Lucy is Lucy... well sort of. The real reason why Lucy is called Lucy is because she has the best number plate in the world. LSD 496G. Naturally, for a teenage lad, that is quite amazing to say the least. And as a Beatles fan, that makes it even more perfect-er-erer.

Many of my friends and family have asked my what is going to happen to Tom and Lucy when I go to university in not too many days time. Well Lucy cannot be expected to travel with me all the way to Liverpool, and it is far to big a city for her to be comfortable (and not get her wheels nicked) so I am going to have to leave her at home. However, given the history that the car has to me, I am going to have to keep her forever. We are going to try and make something work long distance until I have finished university until she can join me where ever I reside and we can live happily (and bumpily) ever after.

The End.

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The Inaugural University Preparations Commence...

Seeing as I am now off to university in a matter of weeks, I really am afraid I don't anything else to talk to you about apart from it. However today I have some very exciting news to share with you. Not only have I started buying stuff to take with me, I am also fulfilling my dreams!

I don't know whether it is the "costing things out" or making things look better or "shiny" that makes me really enjoy this part of the preparations for university, but I have gotten really into kitting myself out ready to go with things like duvet covers and clothes horses and things like that.

After work today, we went on a shopping trip to 2 of my 4 favourite shops in the whole wide world: Wilkos and Dunelm Mill (these come second only to The Range and B&Q). For those of you who have not been outside in the bast 20 years, these are both shops where you can by a whole range of basic home furnishings for next to nothing.

Normally I would collapse in a heap after 8 hours baking bread from some ridiculous time in the morning, but today when I got in and Mum said: "Let's go to Wilkos" I was the first person in the car like a small child on a trip to a theme park. 4 hours and a packet of pear drops later we had a boot full of stuff and an A4 pad full of other stuff to buy but we didn't have room for in the car.

Some of my favourites amongst these are toothpaste, a 13.5 tog duvet, a tabletop ironing board and a set of 4 mugs the size of pint glasses. I have been spending my spare time looking at new clothes, shoes and stationery. In fact today I even spent a long period of time that I will not reveal looking through an online catalogue for Bic Biros. What has my life come to?

It is safe to say that I am well and truly sad. I know you lot have known it for ages, but I have finally realised I have no life. To the point where one of my friends tweets me with a cure for my Bic Biro addiction: to have a Jazz band rehearsal, something which is probably just as bad as the biro addiction itself, really sends it home.

Time for me to go and look at the Staples online store for some cardboard document wallets (check out the fancy terms by the way, a sign of a true stationery anorak), so thanks for reading!

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