Sexy new car

We have a new car! YAY! Its very cool and a little bit sexy!

We bought it from Ollie...we'd seen it when we went to Paul and Hils for supper the other week, and after a week of "buy the bl**dy car" nagging Stephen agreed that we should! Of course, he then didn't have time to actually speak to Ollie so I took matters into my own hands...

It was as I was trying to phone the insurance company on Saturday morning (whilst cleaning the bathroom in preparation for the imminent arrival of Dad and Joan, and getting ready to go for a follow-up back massage) that I said to Stephen "Why do we manage to always make life so difficult for ourselves? We never seem to have enough time to fit it all in". I think its because we're so busy at work that we have to compress everything into 2 short days at the weekend. This was no different... the insurance was the least of our problems to sort! Ollie lives on the South coast, we live in the Midlands, his parents live somewhere in the middle about an hour from us...and did I mention that we had Dad and Joan staying? And abandoning your guests for a couple of hours isn't really on, is it?

Eventually we came up with the cunning plan that Ollie would deliver the car to us, then Stephen would run him back to his parents house (so our guests weren't altogether abandoned!). Great! The only minor complication was that there was a round of golf booked for 2pm, but hey, that shouldn't be a problem...

Ollie showed up with the car. The boys did the stuff with the forms and the BACS transfer and jumped back into the car and zoomed off. I went to search for something on the internet and saw a bank card sitting there beside the computer...and not one of ours! CRAP! It belonged to Ollie. Quick. Grab the phone and call Stephen's mobile...which began ringing from the table beside me. CRAP! Grab his mobile and see if I could find Ollies number. SUCCESS!! YAY! They turned around and a few minutes later screeched to a halt outside and Ollie was running in to get it.

By this time though I was praying that there was no traffic, and especially no traffic policemen, as it was getting a little squeezy for time in terms of golfing! Thankfully the coast was clear on both counts, good time was made and a fun afternoon of golf was had. (We ladies had an even better time watching the Strictly Come Dancing that we'd DVR'd!).

The trauma didn't end there though. Poor Ollie! The poor bloke had his card blocked as the payment we'd made to him was deemed to be a dodgy transaction by our bank!! I left Stephen on the phone to the bank sorting it out as I dashed into Waitrose...and just as well he did sort it then, as it turned out that they had blocked our cards as well!!!!! That could have been both Ollie AND me stranded in grocery stores with a trolley full of shopping and no way of paying for it!!!

The car is lovely! Worth all the trauma! Someone asked me what engine was in it...."Erm, its blue...and the roof disappears like magic". Who needs more technical detail than that???