I was in a dealers on Tuesday afternoon.
There, tucked behind all the shiny shiny Disco's and Rangies was a very nice little 90 hard-top, well hidden away but with a price sticker I could afford. I could have maxed out my credit card for it. It looked lonely, a bit confused at what it was doing there, and clearly needed to be taken home and loved.
Then the thought of size of repayments on it brought me to my senses and with a heavy heart I walked away.