Last week I turned up at home with a Bentley Arnage Red Label. After many weeks of painstaking research and testdrives across the country I finally purchased a car that I think is an absolute beauty, inside and out. Acres of wood, yards of leather an imperiosu driving position all enclosed within a swooping classic car shape.
Mrs Younger was not a happy camper, especially as she was kept inthe dark. I explained that it is not just “another” car to add to the driveway but a work of card, not unlike an expensive-ish painting that hangs in the dining room.
I am now saving up to put juice in this magnificent beast, which is currently parked on Mother’s drive.
I am advised by my wife that I am having a mid-life crisis.
Any advice on how to treat this alleged condition ?