Just bought a used car. Not one single aspect of it is anything like I intended originally, but having spent several days parking my arse in a wide assortment of automotive nonentities I’ve been surprised to find a sodding BMW was the one I hated the least.
It is smaller, fancier, newer, main-dealerier and enormously more expensive than originally intended, but Sam absolutely loves it, and there’s no avoiding the fact that money spent on domestic harmony is money well spent…
And just in case anyone should find themselves looking at a car being sold by ‘S James Prestige’ in Essendine, Rutland: do yourself a big favour and run away screaming in the direction of Anywhere-Else: the ultimate gilded turd!
Well, I won’t actually be able to afford any more clothing for the forseeable! Plus, I already own a hat that says “CUNT” on it, so the world surely takes-for-granted my German car ownership…
It will replace the Hilux which is too uneconomical to actually drive very much, plus dog Max is getting too old to jump in and is too heavy for me - with one permacrippled arm - to lift. Dog Tara has also always hated it, but travels a bit better in a normal car. And I can kip in the back of it at Lopwell - the Hilux’s load bay is way too short.
Been there most of this week in different cars - coffee’s free, and they have nice biscuits and clean toilets (well, they were clean, but all that coffee and biscuits…).
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