After having to listen to Lizzie moaning for about an hour, it seemed like the romantic dinner for two had turned to a double date for four. I had forgotten how much she liked Nandos, not that I was going to forget again in a hurry. There was only so much of I love Nandos being whined several octaves above normal speech that me and Millie could stand. And no, trying to get out of it by saying we had decided to go somewhere else, or that we both had a headache and were just going to stay in, didn’t work.

So the four of us, yes that was including Colin, who I really did not know in the slightest and really didn’t want to get to know in the slightest, all went to Nandos. Unfortunately Lizzies car was fresh out of petrol, big surprise, so I had to drive. Which meant introducing Millie to the biggest love of my life and at the same time the biggest embarrassment of my life; my car. Ever since I could remember I had wanted an old VW Beetle, soft top. So as soon as I could afford it I brought one, of course I could have gotten something a lot more reliable and that could manage going over sixty without braking down, for the same money. But stubbornness comes at a price and three years on I still had the car of my dreams/ car from *****. But no matter how much it pissed me off when it didn’t start, just because it had been raining the night before or that every time I washed it I found another mysterious dent on it, I couldn’t help but love the big heap of rubbish on wheels.

When Millie saw it she looked at me with pure disbelief on her face, ok it wasn’t as flash as her MG but it was still kind of cool.

Youre not serious Trix.

Oh shes serious. Lizzie muttered next to Millie.

Well if someone ever filled her car up with petrol then we could go in that, but seeing as that’s not an option then its this or a taxi.