New Love

David has another female in his life. He's smitten, gone loopy, lovesick, off his food and has got a stupid grin on his face. I'm putting on a brave expression on my own face and plotting my revenge on the lovesick swain. The new love of his life is called Marissa and is sturdy yet nippy and has immaculate bodywork. And he's spent all day washing, polishing, buffing and hoovering her.

She is, of course, our brand new mode of transport - Marissa the Meriva. We picked her up yesterday before we headed off to watch Millwall v Cheltenham at the Den. There I was, worrying that we'd lose our one goal lead and there he was, worrying that Marissa was being molested by a passing car thief. Mac was more concerned that he wouldn't be able to meet Zampa the team mascot after the game. After the game we headed off to Halfords. We bought car mats, travel rugs, car shampoo, car wax and a wacky air freshener to hang from the rear view mirror. I drew the line at a roof rack of any description.

Today was spent peering up at the sky and washing, polishing, buffing and hoovering in between the rain showers. In fact, at one point he was out there rubbing off the rain drops as they fell. Mac declared his daddy was "mad mummy" and continued his drawing of Marissa the Meriva driving dangerously close to a cliff edge. And I am convinced I've just heard David whisper "night night" to his beloved vehicle.

I plan to get behind Marissa's wheel as soon as possible and show her exactly who's boss. All I've got to do is find out where David has hidden her car keys......