midwife's muse

Just sitting there

Between Christmas and New Year as we were out for a walk I saw a car, on someones driveway,  For Sale. I interupted some interesting monologue of Hubby's about some golfing exploit to tell him 'That's my car'. I elaborated  'That's my next car, I really like it'. My very own auxiliary mouth (Hubby) told me that it wasn't, it was too big, I didn't like silver, it wasn't really what I wanted. Strange that, I was certain that I did want it, but obviously I was mistaken. On the way back primary mouth once again voiced a desire, which auxiliary overuled again. After a few days of primary mouth repeating and repeating it's mantra 'That's my car', auxiliary mouth took over, and talked to the owner of said vehicle. By then I had checked everything out, list price, insurance cost, average running cost, road tax bracket, the lot. An agreement seemed to be forthcoming, then silence. I don't like to keep harping on, and by then I had knackered my back so had more pressing concerns, so didn't mention it for a while. Next time I was able to go pass where it resided, still there. When Hubby returned from golf, I told him. 'No. You don't want one of those. Everyone at golf said you wouldn't want one of those.' My personality is weird, it must be because then I thought, better not insist, supposing I did get it, and then it broke down, or I had a crash. It would be my fault. Secretly though I yearned for my little, well medium sized-car, and whilst it sat there I would give it loving looks as I went past. Then it moved, last Friday it wasn't sitting at the top of the drive anymore, it was round, infront of the house. Good, it's sold. Temptation has gone. It hasn't though, it's still sitting there. Why? I'm being mentally tortured by a car.

Now, any car buffs out there. It's a Rover 45 Advantage. 4 years old. Should I love it or despise it?

19.1.05 17:41