So, boyo number 1, has a lovely new car. Well, not new new. New to him. It’s blue. And shiny.
My little black fiesta looks manky and pathetic next to it.
Bet you, he won’t have the kids eating crisps in it. Or the dog licking the window. Or message bags leaking milk.
Nope. ‘It’s just for me and my gal.’
I want a sporty wee number to look sexy in. And I don’t mean a dress.