of housesitting and clunkmobiles

At the moment I'm housesitting my aunty's place while she's in Brazil Oooh! Very exotic!

The problem?

She a neat freak. We're not just talking any neat freak here, she is the neatest of the neat. When I walked in, it was like a display home. It still is. I'm that scared of messing anything up that I clean straight away. Very bizarre, considering I'm incredibly messy and to some extent I like my habitat to be a homely kind of messy.
It's odd living somewhere that is freakishly clean and tidy and quiet, it makes a change from my house with five people, a psycho kitten, an almost-born niece (any day now) and not-so crazy Texans and I don't know, it's kind of lonely.

Another drawback/benefit of housesitting is that I've been torn apart from my beloved Fusée. But. I am borrowing my uncle's chunky old Commodore station wagon which is used only for windsurfing. It's like a tradesman's battered up vehicle, complete with PVC tube stuck on the top. A midget like me looks odd in such a car.

That was until Adam told me something very interesting. Apparently chicks driving tradesman-looking vehicles is hot.

Go figure. What do you reckon, boys?