Boom. First car acquired. In my 30s. That’s what living in London will do to you.
Golf estate, gt Edition (which actually means “oh shit we have all this upgrade stock left over from mk7, let’s throw it on everything that leaves the factory”). It fits plenty of bikes and bouldering mats and maybe some room for the baby so we should be good for a minute. I’ve now become strangely obsessed with estates. Is that normal?