Good Morning

Morning Back Garden

No fantastic sunrises today. We have been shrouded in low cloud since a week and can be lucky for it to lift in the afternoon. If I would drive upwards I would get to the part where the sun breaks through and you would see the clouds from above. I was too busy yesterday to study such things, with the result that there was no “Good Morning” blog as I just did not have the time.

It was the day when normal life returned, after the Christmas shut down, and I could fetch my new car at the garage. Needless to say I did not sleep so well the night before, thinking of this and that. As my driving experience had dwindled over the last couple of years, espescially alone in the car, it is all new land for me and the garage is just a little out of my comfort zone, in a different village, although it can only get better.

So, not wanting to keep you all suspended in anticipation, here is my new car:

Skoda Fabbia

It is a Skoda Fabbia Clever by name. Our last car was a Skoda (may it rest in peace). They are reasonable in price, but very well made and are the result of a merger between Volkswagen and Skoda. I was quite proud of myself, as I did it all by myself with the organisation of the purchase. There is no longer a car key. You have some sort of sender which connects to the car as soon as you approach it. Just tap on the door and it automatically unlocks, and vice vera it locks with a touch on the door. The car starts by a light push on a button. I have an automatic as due to my MS, I cannot use my left leg for changing gears.

The guy at the handlers explained all the bits and pieces very well: the radio, tempomat and a few other gags. I listened, he did it very well, but with me practice will have to make perfect. My car was covered in a green cloth,ย yesterdays blog, and was unveiled ceremoniously by the salesman.

Afterwards he told me to stand next to the car and he took a photo of me and my new car, for his records probably. In return I told him to stay where he was and I took a photo of him with my car for my records.

Explanations followed and eventually I was ready to go. They have a good organisation at the garage and new cars have a room to themselves directly connected to the exit road, and I was off. My first drive in a new car with almost zero kilometers to home.

I arrived home safely and spent some time putting my private bits and pieces into the car. Mr. Swiss told me he had a few items to buy, and I told him that today I am remaining at home and we will survive until the next day. Poor man really thought I could not wait to go for a drive in the afternoon, but I had another programme. I had my housework to catch up on and after the morning stress I needed some quiet “me” time. I suppose that is one of the differences between man and woman. Man gets a new car and immediately goes for a nice long drive and woman relaxes, knowing that she will be driving this car for the rest of her golden oldie days, so what’s the hurry.

Today I will be off for the week-end shopping in my new car of course. Have fun everyone, and now we are all back in the old routine, saying goodbye to the turmoil of the Christmas holidays. I am also in the throws of getting my normal life back.


22 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. It looks a very nice car and I’m sure it will suit you very well. I have to admit that if I were a driver myself given the choice between going for a drive and housework I’d probably pick the drive but not to do errands. I’d want to go somewhere for fun.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. What? It doens’t even LOOK like a Buick! It looks like a . . . Volkswagen! Oh my! Actually, it looks a bit more stylish than the Volkswagens that I am familiar with. It seems that cars are getting stylish again.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s