JetSki Boy on the road

I knew the day had to come. After all this is what I have been spending all that money on, lessons, tests, insurance....... and now he finally has an independent set of wheels. Having been briefly run over by a car last night, today he got his own back on the world and passed his driving test. Hurrah - well done JetSki Boy. So now we have four drivers, three cars, and ONE person to pick up all the bills! How will I cope when the silver sledge goes in for service when I can no longer call on Clio to be my second chariot? -- well actually quite well since the insurance is in my name and I have the spare set of keys, but then you can't borrow a boy's wheels without at least asking. If Santa pays all the bills including putting in the petrol/diesel (make sure I am filling up the right one for them) don't you think he should get to drive sometimes?
Summer should be our slack time of year but I fear the elves are restless and not taking at all well to the new management regime. Lots of grumbling and discontent. One of the senior elves may even be asked to leave if things don't improve but I do hope it won't come to that - so much unpleasantness and a very negative effect on the rest of the family. There was even talk of setting up a rival grotto, but so far we have all the rights in that particular market. That said I was looking at a potential new site this afternoon as the old cave is getting shabby and worn and we need somewhere brighter for the elves to work with a lot more space. Somewhere light and airy the shop steward said so I went to look at a redundant Kia showroom - lots of light and air and draft there but they told me it was already on offer to Mr Klutch. Now when I was just a lad with scarcely a white hair in sight I remember Kia (Ora) being something to do with fruit squash not selling cars, and some strange bird in the advert (and no I don't mean that female newscaster)
I suppose it must all be to do with the scrappage scheme, get someone (like the good old taxpayer) to give you £2,000 and encourage you to give lots my to Japan or Korea or even horror of horrors France. Reading that bit again, there is something going through my mind about people in glass houses since the silver sleigh came from a Japanese company but at least I bought it myself and didn't ask for any help from my neighbour's taxes. Maybe that's my problem - not just grasping enough to believe the rest of the world owes me a living.