A good friend came to visit me on Sunday night. That friend was armed with the almighty Back to the Future LEGO DeLorean Cuusoo set. I have no shame/mortification/embarrassment/self-disgust/shamefacedness in announcing that I squeed and proceeded to stroke the box for a good length of time.
In my defence, the box feels nice. I urge everyone to go touch one.
Touch it. Touch it real good.
But, as much as I wanted to build it there and then, my body just wanted to sleep. My LEGO building was put on hold until the next day and I was grouchy about it.
Monday evening arrived, I got into my jammies, crawled under my duvet, yoinked the board from underneath my laptop and at exactly 7:15pm tipped all the bags out. By 10:17pm, I had a magnificent DeLorean to call my very own.
