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MY NEW CAR
I have a new car in all senses of the word. It is brand new and straight from the showroom as well as new to me. I was told it had come from Germany although a man who helps in the garden told me it was made in Brazil which he deemed to be “a very bad thing”.
It is the first time I have bought a car without the supervision of a husband or boyfriend and it didn’t seem that difficult although when my ex saw it he said I’d been ripped off. The next day he went out and ordered himself a bigger and better one.
His mother took exception to my car as well. I was at a wedding and so couldn’t avoid her. Holidays and cars; she doesn’t like me to have either. I was expecting the inevitable of course, but it still took my breath away. Still, I fielded the blow pretty well; after twenty years I’d sure had enough practice.
Friends warned me, (as if I hadn’t noticed) that it wasn’t big enough to carry everything. That was the point I said. Some looked puzzled. Was I leaving their club? I did cause a stir in the car park at end of term; my embarrassed daughter had to empty her books into the boot in a slither as the boxes simply wouldn’t fit. (The “trunk” as Americans would say, has been exquisitely designed to accommodate one small shopping bag).
Amused parents gathered to advise; was top up or top down the best way to cram back the picnic chairs plus all the other junk? I also had another mishap. I roared onto the grass absent-mindedly thinking I was still driving my government-scrappage landrover and got stuck. A father had to back out so that I could go forward. Thank goodness I was wearing my Sophia Loren sunglasses and white dress.
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