Wednesday, November 14, 2012
An end to prevarication .
The trusty old Volkswagen develops another rattle. Time to trade it in for something new. Before we head off to the garage ' the font ' spends half an hour trying to scrub off the drool stains on the back seat where Digby used to snore happily away. The stains prove to be quite immovable. Never buy a used car from a dog owner.
A new Golf in the forecourt. We know this because there is a big sign on the side saying ' Nouvelle Golf '. €40,000 ! That's $52,000 in real money. When did Volkswagens become so expensive ?
At the Mini garage the young salesman has broken his leg playing football. He shouts encouragement to us from across the showroom, his plastered leg propped up on a chair in front of him. ' The font ' feels sorry for the young man. '' Why don't we buy one ? ". Angus feels that this is a less than logical reason for chosing a car and that anyone who has broken his leg playing football is going to be quite capable of looking after himself .
At the BMW garage there's a young woman in a suede mini skirt and black fishnet tights. She speaks , huskily, to Angus and pointedly ignores ' the font '. This is not the best of sales strategies. So it is we settle on a Skoda with a glass roof. It will be delivered on Friday. 20% off and €2,000 for the old Golf. Not a bad valuation for a health hazard on wheels with a 100,000 miles on the clock. The salesman doesn't seem to notice the stains on the back seat.
Home to find the gardeners hard at work. We'd expected them in September.