Saturday and I wake up and decide I need to scratch the itch that is whether or not I am going to get a new car or not. I know what car I am interested in but I will not die in a ditch if I am not happy. I am happy with my current car but I have hankered after a better driving position and looked at my option So I drive to a dealership with my partner, who is very an excellent negotiator. We wander around the cars on the dealership lot and are infuriated by the fact that the are no prices just blood QR codes to scan. A salesperson comes out to talk to us. I tell him what I am looking for, I’m very clear that I want an MG HS, petrol. manual and a 24 or 25 plate. We go inside to his desk where he pulls up some options. We selects two to look at and he goes off to get the keys. My partner and I sit in the first one and prod and poke what is prodable and pokable. We then look a second car and instantly do not like it so we go back to the first car. We start to ask questions about the car and get to the point where we return to the the salesman’s desk. I decide I want to test drive it so there is paper work to do to enable me to take it out, thankfully I have my driving licence with me. This process is taking time but eventually the car is out front and I hope in, listen to a few tips about the car. I’m not used to a car that has no manual handbrake! Very interesting. My partner and I drive off and find a straight stretch of road with some dual carriage way. The ride is smooth and the gear box good. Its a quiet and comfortable ride, clearly not as pokey as my Mazda 3 but that’s not the issue, I’m looking for comfort.
We get back to the dealership and my partner is hungry, so while the sales person is dealing with something else we go off to Lidl and buy snacks. Arriving back at the show room my partner tucks into her snack while I chat to the sales guy. The we get started, the sales person start to try and sell us extras and a load of financial shit we do not want and then my partner pulls her master stroke, she asks for a pen and paper and starts doing sums. It brilliant, I have seen her do this before and no seems to know what to do. Re run through the options, discarding all but one, and then the sales guy tries to slip in what he’s prepared to offer for my Mazda. At this point the pen goes down, we both sit back and give off ” you must be joking” vibes. I then tell him what I’ve been quoted from soem of the buying platforms and they are all more. There is some toing and froing and my partner nibbles her other snack while the sales person thinks. We of course we have budget and a price in mind and what is a good deal on my car, which I know is not at its peak performance. In the end he asks what we would close the deal and he is given a figure. I stalls and says he has to go and see what the best he can do is and whether he can get close to our figure. While he is a way I nibble a snack and discuss with my partner what we think he will come back with. We agree he will come back with a higher figurer than we suggested. He returns and to or surprise he says he can do our price including the one extra option we chose. We agree and start the paper work, its too good a deal to miss. I’m getting a late 2024 plate car with 93 miles on the clock. The model is the top of the range and has all the optional extras. Its a bit of a no brainer as the car is under a 7 year warranty or 80,000 miles. So I eventual drive home the owner of a new car.
The evening brings food and more women’s rugby followed by the rest of the available Wednesday series episodes. Night meds and bed slightly stunned by the days events and being the owner of a new car. The cars name is Elsie, as its plate starts with LC.
Sunday I wake up after a disrupted nights sleep, so I focus on admin before getting up and having a shower. Breakfast gets done and then I am organising insurance for the new car and going through the paper work. There is money to be moved and files to be sorted. Eventually I have all my ducks in a line and join my partner in the garden. My partner and eldest daughter go for a walk round the village scarecrow festival and I get on with some garden chores. There is a lot of leaf drop to rake up and some slabs to move so that there is a hard walk way to the second cold frame. Eventually I run out of spoons and need to rest. I take to the sofa and begin to drat the blog against the background of the last rugby match of the weekend.
The evening comes around with food and TV. Fatigue has caught up with me so I shall drift until I take my night meds and go to bed one night closer to collecting my new car. In the meantime I shall viewing the scarecrows.
