There is a particular high end car which I have had my eye on for a few years. I won’t say which model otherwise I will be called a twat even more than usual.
Every time I saw one I used to say to my Mrs there’s my car. My Mrs used to say no,you won’t look after it, I never have with cars and she said she would end up cleaning it all the time.
One day my Mrs said if you want one let’s go to the show room and buy a new one. When it came to heh lads heh my bottle went and I have never mentioned it since.
I just cannot justify the cost, the loss in value as I looked out of the rear view mirror as I drove it off the forecourt and the low milage I would end up doing for fear of taking it anywhere it would get damaged.
Every time I saw one I used to say to my Mrs there’s my car. My Mrs used to say no,you won’t look after it, I never have with cars and she said she would end up cleaning it all the time.
One day my Mrs said if you want one let’s go to the show room and buy a new one. When it came to heh lads heh my bottle went and I have never mentioned it since.
I just cannot justify the cost, the loss in value as I looked out of the rear view mirror as I drove it off the forecourt and the low milage I would end up doing for fear of taking it anywhere it would get damaged.