Our street’s tug-of-war rope (every street has one, right?) is needed for the church weekend away. Could I drop it at a friend’s house so it can be packed into the minibus?
Er – yes…without using the car. I should add that the friend’s house is at most ten minutes’ walk away, but seriously, check out the size of that rope. Just as well I had a device in the garden that offers a zero-carbon rope transportation option, known as a ‘wheelbarrow’.
I’m honestly beginning to wonder if needing a car is just a state of mind. I have such deeply engrained car-brain, that the idea of getting rope from A to B without C (car) triggered a mixture of bafflement and panic. In the event it took less than ten minutes each way, it was a nice evening for a walk, and I didn’t have to push my empty barrow round the block three times on my return looking for a parking space.
There is another example of car-brain today. It’s Wednesday, which means the Cutester has gymnastics on practically the other side of the borough. I booked her lessons there when there’s a perfectly good gymnastics club less than five minutes from her school. What was I thinking? I can’t actually remember… something to do with the head coach being called Olga, possibly, which promised all sorts of incredibly disciplined training… What I wasn’t considering was, ‘How are we actually going to get there?’ I’m now putting her on the waiting list for the nearby gymnastics club (her best friend goes there anyway) and today we got the bus. Again, surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. It was about 25 minutes each way, which is maybe a total of 20 minutes more than driving the car, and no need to find or pay for parking.
I wonder how long it takes to cure car-brain. I bet a week is not enough.