Tootling

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Of late, Caro is wont to come to me - typically in the afternoon - and ask me if I fancy a quick tootle.

DON'T BE DISGUSTING

MINDS IN THE SEWER, THE PAIR OF YOUSE.

She does not mean THAT at all. 

What she means by this is a little drive. A "tootle" if you will. I enjoy this immensely. It is like a little relaxing time with Caro where we chat and laugh and look at the surroundings and LOOK OUTTTTTTTT

Okay, so she NEARLY rear-ended someone today. Look it was bound to happen sooner or later. But her car went 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP 

in alarm, and Caro slammed on her brakes. 

"Thank you little car," she said, patting the dashboard. 

Near accidents aside, we had a lovely time. We only needed to pick up eggs but she drove us around marine parade and I decided to take this picture to give you an idea of what it was like. 

Now we are home again, quiet and safe. 

Thank you, little car.

S.