Hi guys, here I am, sorry for not being around. I'm on a 're' mission just now. Re-organising, re-thinking, re-working my plans etc.
First thing on the 're' list was my lovely big jeep. It is not the fuel efficient beast I should have when I have to drive over to Musselburgh every week to see Colin and Mum. So on Monday I called the car showroom and explained my situation. Luckily I have used them for years so they were not on a 'lets add just a little cash and you could get this fab little car…..' mission. They just went with the 'okay lets see what we can swap for and get you the best deal'. Thank goodness, someone dealing with something for me.
I went in yesterday to see the line up of suspects they had for me. There they stood on the forecourt, lots of seriously boring little cars. Silver, navy blue, even a black one that looked like a mini hearse. I gulped, Ian waited patiently, coaxed me into a silver Clio and watched as I fiddled with the keys. 'Not your thing is it?', then it all pours out and I tell him that I feel that I am having to give up on so many dreams just now, my jeep had been a dream for years and years (this was jeep number 2 after the little snow dive the last one took last year) and now here I was, downsizing to something i just didn't want. 'If I have to downsize I want to do it with style, something funky, not just a substitute'.
'Hmmmmm' he said. 'I do have something funky, but not practical', off we trotted to view – a sports Ka. Wow I was stunned, I could trade in my tank for a nifty 2 seater convertible. This was joy. Unfortunately reality struck when I realised that although there is only 2 of us (Idgy and I) we do sometimes have other kids to move about. Oh how I longed for the sporty car. I sat in it, I turned the key, I took down the roof. I 'saw' myself in that car. It was SO me. Unfortunately it was also SO impractical.
Ian was not discouraged, in fact it was he who pointed out the impracticalities and pulled me away from the little beauty. He also pointed out that we were working the wrong way round – he was wearing the sensible hat and I was after the mad stuff.
It was then that he brought in Donald the boss. They both really 'got it', could see where I was coming from on the downsizing v. funky bit. They put their heads together, whipped out a laptop and tracked something down.
Two coffees later a snazzy little motor is brought to the showroom door. She is funky, she is stylish, she is almost duck egg blue. She is The One.
You will meet her next week when I collect her and trade in the jeep.
I have dealt with one thing, I feel I have made a step forward, I am not totally stagnant in this mire, I'm hangin' in there.