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The trouble with small cars

Last night I surveyed the neatly stacked piles of things I needed to pack in the car this morning. Things I needed to drop off at Mum's in Bolney; things for Ruth and Keith in Luton; things for Emma in Helpston.

Then my eye rested on one large parcel. It looked so neat propped up against my armchair, but slowly I came to understand its size. (It's not so much 'large' as 'bulky'.)

This morning it was the first thing I tried to fit in the car. Too large for the boot. Too long for the parcel shelf. Too wide to sit in the passenger foot-well. In the future I'll take transport into consideration when selecting gifts.

The Generous project has an alternative solution. Maybe next year.