![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURNoaIlxCzZQ203vZcK8rxrCMtJwCmFujERmIvrWv19OskDg_-G3H6QEGc28JRfrl7VlNAtLFtfBNi7nyS96LOSb67gHXa0heY0FMFOfHiUdzFZRwLA4uGN4Yr1RLe7mY0RHam1cF3rA/s320/P1020287.jpg)
When my wife told me that she was going out with her mother to spend her father’s hard-earned pension I was naturally very pleased. And when she whispered, “Dad’s buying our pram” before setting off on the journey to Mothercare we traded high fives in delight.
I’ll admit that I was actually rather keen to take a hands-on role choosing Joe-Joe’s pram, but on hearing about the Basing’s generosity felt it would sit more comfortable with me if I allowed Deborah rather than me to choose the best (and probably the most expensive) pram in the shop.
On her return, Deborah excitedly told me: “We’ve bought the travel system. It’s a Quinny.” My jaw dropped and I pulled what probably looked like a very ungrateful face.
“You’ve bought a Queenie? Please tell me it hasn’t got ‘Queenie’ written anywhere on it.”
“Not Queenie. Quinny!”
“It still sounds a bit gay,” I replied.
“Well, it’s not. It’s a ‘Quinny Buzz’ and you’ll love it when you see it.”
“A Buzz Lightyear. That sounds much better! Does it look like Nasa built it? And will it take me to ‘infinity and beyond’? ‘Yes’ was the answer to one of those questions and ‘stop being a dick’ was the other.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1EjkhIvxSsG9djH5bqKBB-1Yq98HJ41t5_72rtnMmFiiYIR7gGVYkVs3rDQAp7mEAukdgbF8K6OungdFtd-DINLuJuimeMNvkwtH6FFfvEgyjXLtb4mTawn6rnRBIBNEdtfnqh201X4/s320/review_tsbuzz_1.jpg)
Joe-Joe and Me are definitely going to customise it with Toy Story stickers so we can go to infinity and beyond!!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment