I have a brand new car! Aged 47, it's the first time I've actually owned my own car. Yes, we've had cars and at times we've even had two but I've only ever been named as a driver - the 2nd one!
She comes courtesy of Tom trading in his car and also a trade in of our second car. Tom decided that as he was no longer able to drive he was going to sell his and Mark happened to mention we were thinking of selling ours to get me something smaller. I'm not a confident driver and the cars Mark chooses just keep getting bigger and bigger. Driving them isn't a problem, but parking and reversing them certainly is. Anyway, Tom suggested trading both cars in together and buying me a brand new one. How lucky am I?
Today we picked her up and here she is. I'm not into cars in all honesty. All I know is it's an Aygo, it's automatic (I haven't done gears for several years), it's red, it has a sunroof and 4 doors and we don't have to pay tax.
All cars at Number 38 are christened so henceforth she shall be known as Cherry. She's a little belter isn't she?
I was a bit nervy on the school pick up but I'm sure in a few days I'll be whizzing around in her.
Mark's job tonight is to read the manual and then convey in very basic terms everything I need to know about her in order to get me to and from school, my Mums and Middleton.
I have a feeling me and Cherry are going to get on very well together and Amy already has her eye on her for when she learns to drive in 2 years. Heaven help us.
At the moment though Thomas has staked his claim. If I pulled the seat forward a bit more and sat him on a cushion he'd probably be able to drive it. He looks like he's just got home from a hard day at the office, don't you think?