Look who is curled up beside me as I write this quick post, quick because I'm exhausted, head achy and dehydrated after we set about researching a new car today and initiating negotiations with a dealer. Suffice to say we returned home not much further advanced (there goes four hours of my life I'll never see again).
Annoying.
The trade-in price for our present car was woeful so onto plan B. Whatever that is?...
private sale, broker or just keep the present model until it has a gazillion kilometres on the clock and is worth absolutely nothing (actually today's sob story being spun was our car is worth a mere fraction of the price paid six years ago). We know better.
Annoying.
Anyone would think the Pooch was the one who stood in the blazing sun and talked turkey.
All I feel capable of eating for dinner is a huge slice of Buttery Butterscotch cake.
With lashings of cream.
Pity it's all been gobbled and I'm too tired to whip up another.
Researching and buying cars is not my forte...it sends me quite delirious and I just wish to curl up like you know who!
xx
