My car has died. It’s the one which is up for replacement; the reason why we visited the Motor Auction place in Witney.
Yesterday afternoon it took one look at the key in its ignition, sneered down its long red nose at me and refused to play the game.
Bastard.
I got it recovered from the Oxford Park & Ride to a local garage, the chaps there will look at it today.
This morning I had to take a taxi from the house to the Park & Ride; Soph said she’d pick me up later as she’s on a 13.00 finish.
But this morning finds me on the internet looking at the Lots that will go under the hammer at the auction place this evening with a new keenness, and wondering how much that V6 S-Type will go for!
Or that A3?
Sadly, the other 200-or-so lots aren’t even worth turning up for a look at.
Thursday nights are never the best in my view.
At least the Jag and the A3 are early lots though, you could be home before you know it!
Going to hang on until Tuesday Perpetual. We’ll see what the list says on Monday. Which might be the day I get my car back. 🙁