Getting older means doing all those things you thought you never would. In my case, buying a washing machine (wasn’t the launderette good enough?), burying my parents (whom I’d assumed would live for ever), and now buying another car – for the kids to learn to drive.
When they were small, we lived in a street where occasionally the middle-class mums and dads would do just that. You would spot them driving up with a brand new – probably bright yellow,, or other youthfu colour -- VW Golf late at night (the Golf is/was your average mum and dad’s dream of a “safe car”), then decorating it with ribbons, etc. In the morning Cressida (vel sim) would emerge from the front door, affect astonishment, kiss mum and dad …and drive off.
Never would that be us, we said.
Well it hasn’t been, quite. We haven’t done the brand new thing, nor the ribbon thing, But having discovered how much it would cost to insure our new-ish Corsa for a 20 year old male learner, we thought that the second car idea might me cheaper.
Maybe it has been….
But, all the same. insuring a seven-year-old, 1200 cc, un-sexy car we bought for under £3000 for a male learner aged 20 and a female learner aged 22 and a safe middle-aged lady professor hasn’t been cheap, or hassle free.