I'm In Mourning!
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The kids had been pushing me for a while, but I was reluctant,
holding on by the finger nails so to speak.
One Saturday, a couple of weeks ago, daughter number 2 took me on a tour of all the local hotspots, and she was very patient with me but her final disdainful comment was 'you only cheered up when we arrived at the Vauxhall Dealer!'.
I looked, I pondered, I listened dutifully to the blurb trying not to be distracted by his very attractive smile (daughter no. 2 rolled her eyes), but in the end loyalty conquered and I walked away with a feeling of relief that I hadn't succumbed.
Do you know that feeling when you arrive at the dentist for a checkup and the news is that you need a filling? Dread engulfs you until suddenly it becomes clear that he doesn't have time to complete the work that day. You jubilantly arrive back at reception and amaze yourself at how long you can delay your next visit for the dreaded deed. That's without even thinking of the deferred cost.
I then made a catastrophic mistake! I logged on!
For a while it was ok, nothing hit me between the eyes. Then there it was! Oh dear! Sadness tugged at my poor heart.
13 months old, 3000 miles, petrol, 1. 6, 5 door - it was even an acceptable colour. It leered at me from the monitor daring me to pass it by.
Next day an early reluctant phone call discovered it was perfect. A motorway drive followed in my lovely 13 year old diesel Astra estate, that ran on fresh air, didn't object to abuse by a very large dog, timber, tiles, fridges, rubbish all gobbled up through the tailgate, and gleefully carried anywhere I asked it to go.
It sat down hard at bends, to the amazement of those 'gentlemen' who loved to tailgate me, and who were left gawping as I left them behind. It knew it's way to daughter no. 1's house 100 miles away, and more to the point it knew it's way back home again on my late night returns.
I arrived to find a car, rather nondescript but serviceable, that managed to get round a test drive without scaring the salesman, and a deal that hit the bank but not as hard as it might, but they had the audacity to suggest I would do them a favour by selling my lovely old friend privately!
Well I did exactly that - so I know where it is and more to the point it's near enough that if it gets homesick it can find it's way back.
The new car sits politely on the drive, not particularly causing offence but it has no personality yet. Being of the eccentric persuasion myself I expect it to at least make an attempt to try and fill it's predecessors wheels.
I'll give it time, but although it claims to be the same length as the last adopted, and a little wider, it's turning circle sucks in comparison. I haven't yet given tailgaters any competition, and it's far too pristine and 'up market' for rubbish in the back.
What have I done?
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