Ok, so back in May, The Husband and I were on the green near our house throwing balls for the dogs, when, with one almighty and very manly throw, The Husband threw the ball for Grayson with such vigour that he sent it right up onto an Oak tree and it settled firmly between two branches.
Mmm.
We all stood there staring at the top of the tree...Grayson included.
Following one of my You idiot! stares at The Husband, he tried everything...shaking branches, throwing the other ball up at the stuck ball to get it down Yep only a man! until I turned around to see an elderly gentleman walking across the green with a concerned look and a ladder. No need though...for now The Husband was shimmying up the tree and reaching out to the branch in question! Following another You idiot! stare from yours truly I had to look away, it was all too scary.
He did it though...dislodged said ball and Grayson pacified I walked off with the boys to continue trying to wear them out, while The Husband stood with the elderley gentleman discussing the issues surrounding oak trees and balls...then dog owners who don't pick up their doggy poo...then praising us because we do (bless him!). Then he said 'You're the ones who drive that little car aren't you?' (by 'little car' he meant The Bug...lime yellow Citreon C1 with two black stripes over the top of it...don't ask...we only went into Citreon for a service and came out with The Bug but that's another story).
Anyway, turns out he wants to buy it from us. It's his wife's dream car apparently! We politely declined.
Well from that day on, it seemed everywhere I went, I saw this elderly gentleman and each time I saw him, he asked to buy the car. So long story short, I sold it to him when The Husband was at golf one day! Off he drove, pleased as punch with his new purchase, pulling away from our house just as The Husband was pulling up behind him. 'Where's he going with our car?' he asked open mouthed and in shock. 'Well, technically it's not our car anymore...I'll make you a cup of tea and explain all' said I wincing as I turned back into the house.
He was calmer than I thought he'd be to be fair, especially when we saw thousands of pounds in cash on the worktop! We decided, very sensibly, to see if we could manage with one car. Afterall, I work from home and The Husband works precisely 3 miles up the road - how hard can it be?
Harder than you think as it turns out and within days, I was being frogmarched around car show rooms for another car. We settled on one. Very beautiful. Very sweet. Very retro. An little Italian Fiat 500! 3 MONTH WAITING LIST but never mind SHE'S HERE!
World...meet Gloria!
According to one of The Husband's customers at work, we're 'on trend!'
Oh good...always like to be 'on trend'!
I love Gloria - I want her!
Posted by: Darren Hanton | September 14, 2009 at 04:27 AM