introducing the newest member of the family…

Ta daaaa!! My first photo of our new car, and I am utterly, completely and totally in love with it! Benny’s in shock, or so he says, he’s been wanting to buy a car for four years and now he finally has one (and for it to have happened so quickly) he finds himself somewhat dazed at the thought that right now, our first car is sitting outside in next doors garden. For me, I wanted a car so badly when I was a kid I used to sit and watch everything my dad did so that I would know how to drive if I ever had to and I’ve been dreaming about driving ever since. We just couldn’t justify the expence before now. I can’t believe it either in a way. I love it I love it I love it!

The last lady that owned it was a Mrs Dorothy…(I wont put her full name here). Dorothy! No wonder it doesn’t have a mark on it, and she left in it, along with the wonderfully reassuring scent of her older-lady perfume, a little tin of the base coat should we ever need to cover up any scratches. Isn’t that sweet?

The only major problem with it at present is the fact that we need a security code to make the radio work. But it’s a Blaupunkt radio so it should sound good whenever we get to hear it! I shall make enquiries tomorrow on the subject.

We also noticed the previous owner’s address is at the mouth of the Boyne river, a river of significance for his Lordship having grown up on its banks. And the colour, the odd redishy wine, is auspicious in my eyes as just before Christmas (right before and during the time that the plans were made for this Sligo move) I kept seeing the colour in my mind’s eye – an odd kind of ruby shade. It always accompanied my thoughts of our relationship at the time and it kept popping into my head so much I finally said it to Benny. I surmised that it might be my subconscious suggesting a ruby stone in the piece of jewelery he was thinking of buying me for Christmas. When I opened my Godmothers Christmas present (she’s from Sligo btw) I found it to be a beautiful ruby red watch, that oddly enough is exactly the same colour as the car on the face. I thought this might have been the reason for the odd little psychic twinges – but there you are, ‘my dream is out’ as my mother would say, for tis the exact same colour as the car turned out to be. All I need now is for the door of the house we move into to be red and we’re all set!

I am absolutely shattered at this point in the night and dying to get to bed, early for once. That was some nerve racking experience signing for it and handing the money over, that final decision, knowing there was no turning back. But tis done now and as the mother said on the phone after I’d gotten home “Has the baby arrived!” “Yes Ma, the new arrival is here”, “and what colour is its hair” she quipped, “red” says I, “likes it’s daddy and it’s Granddad!”.

The new arrival is here at last