We can always organise our move but are usually left trying to get rid of two perfectly fine cars. Car showrooms don't like to take them unless you're taking one off their forecourt to replace it and so you end up practically giving them away on the last minute. Anyway, we priced them to sell and they have - although we had a bit of a scare with mine.

An English lady came to view it at Auckland Airport, which is where The Hubster works, and remarked, "I'd ask you to lift the bonnet but I don't know what I'm looking for anyway so don't bother," which made him laugh because he wouldn't know what to look for either, but didn't want to tell her that, lol. She was happy, she paid with folding stuff and drove on her merry way only to phone The Hubster ten minutes later to ask, "What's that funny noise it keeps making? I'm bringing it back!" Well The Hubster's heart leapt... it was fine this morning. What the bloody hell has happened in the last ten minutes to make her want her money back? It turns out she'd been driving with the handbrake on!!! She appologised to The Hubster for having a blonde moment and said she was highly embarrassed. The poor woman left with her tail between her legs and her face bright red. I really do feel for her... isn't it awful being a woman trying to buy a car? That's one of the reasons I got married. I call it a perk of the job so I hate it when I have to take the cars to the garage, such as today.

This is The Hubster's car.

Now I am a titch at just under 5ft 4 and the roof of that car comes up to my chest! It's lovely and sporty to drive but you can't see a bloody thing in front of you because you're so low down! It had to have it's WOF (MOT) today so I had his then I could take it to the garage and he took mine. Thankfully it only cost $60 to sort out. It'll be someone else's responsibility from Monday!

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