Something 'New'

 Something old, something new, something blue

We have a new, to us, car.  A Poros runabout as my brother says.

It's a Skoda Fabia, far smaller than our old wagon.  Easy to drive and so far easy to park.  I did suggest we should hang a tyre from the wall where we park at home so I just bounce off if I go too far.  K was not impressed.  I will park without scraping or banging, or else.

We are protected on all sides.  

The first thing he did was glue a couple of icons and a blue eye on the dashboard to keep away the demons

There was a lot of faffle about whether road taxes had been paid.  Poor Accountant daughter was getting half a dozen phone calls a day from her dear Dad just when tax deadline was looming and she was far too busy for shenanigins.

K was in heaven.  He loves sitting on the phone sorting out red tape, asking endless questions and then phoning back again to make sure he got it all right, and then asking more questions. He eventually arranged the transfer. Papers which can take up to 6 months to be finalised were done in a week.

It got it's service and a paint job and then it was off to the Warrant of Fitness/MOT/KTEO place.  

The Auto Warrant place was a new one, in our nearest city, Nafplio, an hour or so away.  I was most impressed.  They offered 2 sorts of free coffee and there were jars of mints and soft lollies (sweets to most of you) to help yourself from.  But it was all sorted out in 20 minutes and I only got time for one cup of coffee.   I took some mints and used the toilets!

I'm impressed with the 'new' car.  It has a petrol gauge which isn't back to front.  When it's full it doesn't show empty.  

The electric windows go up and down without a push from me and they don't disappear down into the depths of the door.  

The radio works all the time, especially since we also had an aerial fitted.  It picks up greek stations and local english rock stations too.

The glove compartment opens and closes without being yelled at.

Luxury.

Best of all the road tax is half the price and insurance is cheaper too.

But all that really matters is that K is happy with it

Our old car was to be taken away by one of the local undertakers who wanted it for a spare.  He agreed on the price, went for a test drive and shook hands with K.  They were going to fix the papers the next day.

The next day he changed his mind.

So it sits under an olive tree covered in red dust.  

K has already, since then, arranged for it to be taken away for scrap. 

A huge thank you to my family who made it happen.