bigfoodiemama

This week, for reasons which will soon become apparent, I have had cars on my mind. After some deep thinking, in depth researching and soul searching, I looked back over my history with the automobile and understood why I struggle so much with this particular aspect of my life. Car 1. The understated, totally reliable, Vauxhall Nova in petrol blue, sold to me, by monthly instalments ( !) to me by one of my best friends....the incredibly generous and fabulous Polly Deep Pockets. I am forever grateful to her for starting me on a road, I could not afford at that time...not sure I am any better off now !It got stolen twice and written off the second time. Car 2. The gorgeous little white Mazda I bought in Drogheda off a mechanic's wife. I loved that little sporty hatchback and it gave me no trouble. Off I headed with GASP for our first foreign holiday, parking it inside the 8 foot metal gates of the Gate Lodge I inhabited. GASP suggested I should park it further back, but I refuse...