Well, I said the other day that looking for a new car was one of my least favourite tasks ever, then I got a bit excited about being able to do it because Philippa and I had discussed how sensible an idea it was, and it made me feel like a proper dad to be searching for a new vehicle for my family. That excitement disappeared within 10 seconds of looking at the first website. There are people in this world who like cars and there are other people who don't. I am firmly in the latter category. There are also people in the world who enjoy browsing online shops, and again there is a reverse side to that, and again I ally myself with the second grouping. So put all that together and you have a very unhappy Rory when you face him with the task of finding a family-sized four-wheeled replacement via websites.
Two minutes in I wanted to kill myself.
Everything just seems so expensive. Even a piece of shit banger is going to be three or four grand, and then you might well have to spend more on it over the coming months when you start finding things that are wrong with it. I might go back and have another chat with my mechanic guy and see if it's worth trying to get mine running better, or whether the various defects mean I'd just be throwing the money away. I'd rather spend a few hundred quid and try and get another six months out of it, than spend six or seven grand on something that might turn out to be condemnable anyway.
God, I hate this stuff.
RC 29-4-23
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