So, firstly, hands up, we are a pair of petrol heads here at geriatric towers. I know it's not pc, but in my defence we don't do a high mileage in these cars (we have a golf for that), and the 4x4 is a necessity for a baby and two weimeraners...an estate car doesn't cut it I'm afraid. Enough of the excuses, we love them. The 'little sporty number' belongs to The Daddy and is his pride and joy. The Tank is mine, all 5 litres and V10's of it and I love it. It's luxurious to drive, feels very safe and secure, but is a wolf in sheep's clothing when you put your foot down. Fan-bloody-tastic it is :D I can't tell you much about the Daddy's car as I've only driven it once round the block, and to tell you the truth I prefer mine. I also don't like the thought of the assumptions some people make about people that drive cars like these. We have been very fortunate to have had some very lucrative years of late, and we enjoy the spoils that it has afforded us. It doesn't mean that we are any different in our attitudes and values, and as you all well know we have problems in our lives just like anyone else...
This is our front bank, and you can probably just make out some daffodils starting to flower. You may also be able to make out that they seem to be more dense at the far end. This makes me smile every time I see them. Unusual for me with my OCD tendancies, but there is a reason for this. These bulbs were planted by my lovely Dad just over two years ago. It was before he had been diagnosed with early onset dementia. But this is the evidence that his decline had already started. As someone, like me, with perfectionistic tendancies, he would typically have made sure the bulbs were perfectly distributed across the length of the bank. However his organisational skills were already letting him down, and what you see here was the result. You may think it odd that to see it makes me smile, but it's the fact that it's a lasting memory, every spring, of my Dad being his old helpful self. Always capable, always willing. It was probably the last 'helpful' thing he was able to do for me, so I am grateful to him, and smile in appreciation of his efforts...
This post was written in response to Tara's Gallery prompt 'What's outside your front door?' Why not hop along to Sticky Fingers and take a look at the other entries?
