I’m sad…

September was one of ‘those’ months here in the Violet Posy household every electrical item suddenly seems to be on it’s last legs. My Mac is making weird noises and white screening, the kitchen is finally getting replaced along with the somewhat dead oven and microwave.  The latest thing in that long line……. the car.


Anyone who knows me, knows that I’ve been going on about getting a newer car for at least 3 years. But like all things it’s money, and while I could still get away with throwing a couple of hundred pounds worth of repairs at it every 6 months it was ok. But now it’s 9 years old, it’s done 103,000 miles, the drivers window no longer works, it’s misfiring when water gets into the sparks which means no washing windows with screen wash, don’t get it cleaned and never ever drive it in the rain!  More worryingly for me is that the misfiring means I can’t really get above 45 mph and the steering now feeling very wobbly and that lack of safety means it’s time for her to go.

So I got all excited this week, going online and comparing second hand cars should I get a 1.6 or a 1.4, what colours are available etc and I’ve finally settled on a 2004 1.6 Black Reanult Scenic – very nice and cheap (hurrah!)


I’m getting really sad about parting with my old car.  I’ve never owned a car as long as I’ve had her.  She was originally my Dad’s, he sensibly realised that Paul and I were meant to be and bought a ‘proper’ family car a Renault Scenic, knowing that at some point he’d have a grandchild that wouldn’t possibly fit her and all her stuff into either of the tiny cars we had at the time.

It was my wedding car, Dad drove me, my mum and bridesmaids to my wedding in it.


He did pass the car onto us when Miss L was born  (I have truly wonderful parents!) we sold both our little cars which enabled me to stay off work with our beautiful little girl and just had our Scenic. It was our first grown up family car.


When we had the psycho builder neighbour from hell at our old house when Miss L was a baby, we literally lived in the car to get away from him. We drove hundreds of miles in it seeking sanctuary at my parents house, B&B, Holiday cottages anywhere to escape the building working next door which often went on into the early hours.  We moved houses putting all the important stuff in the car because you can get so much in it, It’s taken us on holidays, beach trips and days out, Miss L’s first days at nursery and school she was in the car. She even decorated her window with stickers when she was about 2 and they are still on there.


So when I take her in next week to be scrapped, I suspect I’ll be distraught. I’m going to really miss my car….

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