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Well, it was a day out..............(lo ng!)

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Anne58 Thu 25-Jul-13 19:50:23

Up bright and early today, ready for our jaunt. All planned, drive to Exeter, leave Focus there, train to Bristol, collect "new" car, leisurely drive back, lunch somewhere rural, collect Focus, drive home.

Slight hiccup yesterday when the dealer chap (Simon) phoned and said that they were still waiting for the new shock absorber. "Oh" said I, "but I've just booked new train tickets for tomorrow." A moments silence, in which I could practically feel him doing that slow closed eye thing. "Oh Rachel!" says he, with a slightly over familiar, yet exasperated tone. (I seem to get that a lot with people). "ok" says he "let me just run over the road to speak to Mark".

Now, to be honest, at this stage I had no idea who Mark was, could have been his counsellor, a freelance member of the Samaritans or a hit man that he keeps on standby for difficult customers. It turns out that he is the mechanic who "does" for him.

Simon phones back. "Ok, it will be fine" I could almost hear his fingers crossing and his teeth grinding. I was starting to get a bit worried about him now, he seemed somewhat stressed. I was at pains to reassure him. I said "Look, there's no problem really, we will be quite happy to potter around Bristol, look at the shops, grin have lunch, no time restraints at all"

Simon brightened considerably at this. "Great, phone me when you arrive, I'll pick you up, drop you anywhere you want to go, then come and pick you up when the car is ready!"

So as I said we set off with high hopes and glad hearts. Reasonable journey on the train, apart from the last 20 minutes where we were joined at our table by a very excitable youngster who talked so non stop that I was waiting for her to hyperventilate, being certain that her oxygen intake was deficient to her out put. (She was travelling with her Aunt, a well spoken and stunning girl of about 20, with stars tattooed on her wrist and hand, why??)

Got to Bristol, the sun shone, we had a really excellent coffee then phoned Simon. The car was ready!!! grin He would pick us up in 20 minutes grin I did a little happy dance, but tried to make it look as if I was attempting to deal with cramp in my foot. Mr P tried to pretend he wasn't with me.

Simon arrives, takes us to his garage and there is the car. A darker blue than I had imagined, but still pretty good. I briefly fell in love with a little convertible sporty BMW, but was told it was sold and to step away from it and no-one would get hurt.

We do the paperwork, Simon shows me how to make the roof go up and down, how to raise the seat (How did he know that I would need to do that?) and off we go, with MR P driving. We get onto the slip road for the M32, Mr P looking a bit concerned. We pull over. Mr P feels that it isn't revving properly. We phone Simon. He comes out. He tries it. He orders a recovery vehicle. He drops us at the Hungry Horse and insists on giving us £20 towards lunch. We lunch. He phones, car is now at a Mercedes garage awaiting a fuel pump. He collects us, takes us to the station we buy tickets and get the train back to Exeter.

He will now deliver the car once it's fixed.

Not sure quite how he's going to get back to Bristol though, I don't think he realises how far from public transport we are.

Perhaps I'm not meant to have this car confused

Stansgran Fri 26-Jul-13 17:01:49

The hair is always blown over the face, never streaming in the breeze in an elegant sitting next to James Bond fashion. There is a photo of me on our honeymoon long sleeved blouse hard sun hat tied on with a sort of contrived Edwardian driving veil. But I do have a spectacular Hermès scarf to match the latest (14 yr old) car.

Nelliemoser Fri 26-Jul-13 17:28:26

Phoenix After that sort of a start I would not touch it with a barge pole. I would never feel able to trust it. Or cope with the disappointment after the build up.

Anne58 Fri 26-Jul-13 17:35:35

Just as I thought, Mr P will not even come up and look at the other cars I've found, as far as he is concerned we are going ahead. sad

I'm starting to hate the damn thing, and we haven't even got it. I am very unhappy, which was not the idea.

When Mr P first started this (as in the "he's up to something" thread,) he said the whole idea was to give me a special present to cheer me up after my decision to leave the job that was making me so unhappy.

Seems things have changed now.

merlotgran Fri 26-Jul-13 18:09:41

Blimey! Men. What planet are they on? confused

Anne58 Fri 26-Jul-13 18:20:01

I am right pissed off. (There, I've said it!) When the damn thing is delivered (which it wouldn't be if I had any say in it) I will arrange to be out.

I know that sounds petty, but I will not be able to trust myself not to say "You do know I don't want this, don't you?"

I've seen cars that I would be happier with for around £1k cheaper. angry

Ella46 Fri 26-Jul-13 18:22:13

Have you tried telling him that you just won't drive it?

gracesmum Fri 26-Jul-13 18:27:34

I think I can understand how he might be feeling when he went to the trouble of thinking up and planning what he thought would be a lovely surprise for you. What was his idea/surprise has been overtaken by events and in his place, I would feel disappointed that "my" idea had misfired. Let him down gently, poor Mr P - at least he had the idea - i usually have to choose and order/buy my own presents and this was a magnificent gesture. I don't know how you are going to get our of it, but even if you don't, it still sounds like a gorgeous set of wheels.

Anne58 Fri 26-Jul-13 18:27:36

That won't work, Ella I have no other car at the moment (unless I call back the car I lent to my friend with the stroke) so he knows that if he leaves it on the drive I will have to use it. At present the only place I can get to is the village shop.

Deedaa Fri 26-Jul-13 22:03:33

Oh phoenix I've spent the last eight years driving a car that I loathe with a deep loathing! DH had always wanted a PT Cruiser and I let him talk me into part exchanging the nice Astra estate that I had bought from a friend who worked for Vauxhall and thus kept the car in pristine condition. We paid a considerable sum (for us) for the cruiser and the first thing we did was drive it to Italy. That was how we discovered exactly how much petrol had to be poured down its throat! Add to that the nonexistant visibilty - it might as well not have windows, the way the central locking works "sometimes", the way the alarm goes of when it feels like it, and the way the tyres never quite fit the rims and have to be constantly checked. Sadly, by the time DH agreed that it was a mistake it had lost all its value and we would have been lucky to get £1000 for it so we couldn't afford to change it and now he is less mobile he does find it very easy to get in and out of - I still hate it though !!!

Anne58 Fri 26-Jul-13 22:09:12

Deedaa that is sorry to hear! For a while, when they first came out I coveted a Cruiser, partly because they had a kind of "retro" look. I used to bore people with how I would have a customised cream one, but with chrome bits rather than cream bits! (yes, I know all very vague, and I'm drawing pictures in the air here!)

merlotgran Fri 26-Jul-13 22:13:57

Three years ago I drove a Mondeo which I loved. It was fast, comfortable and reliable. DH drove a Volvo estate which was built like a tank.

DH then had a stroke and lost his peripheral vision which ended his driving days. He was so stoic and uncomplaining about the loss of something that mattered a great deal to him that I gave the Mondeo to our son and drove the Volvo when really I wanted to get rid of the Volvo and keep the Mondeo.

It was a good workhorse but how I hated that car. It was too low for me to get in and out of comfortably, used a lot of fuel and was a sluggish drive. When I came into a bit of money just before Christmas I put it in part-exchange for a Hyundai SUV which I absolutely love and suits my lifestyle down to the ground.

Don't settle for something you don't want, Phoenix It's always best to go with your instincts.