I got my new company car last week. I have upgraded from the little Vauxhall Astra to an equally little BMW 1 series. I didn’t want to pay extra for the metallic paint so was limited to the three base options, black, red and white – I thought the black was way too ‘common’, the red too ‘boy-racer’ so plumbed for the white, which Sue thinks is a bit too ‘Essex’.
Before the new car comes I was advised to clean out the crap from the shed and get it down to the dump in the old car. Not much fun and had to the spend ages cleaning the think for the hand-over.
The evening of the car delivery it started to snow, covering the village in several inches of fresh powered. In the morning the white car was lost under a pile of equally white snow. We decided to try and get out of the village and we almost made it without assistance until we hit a patch of ice at the last corner. Sue got out and started to push (I would have done it, honest, but she can’t drive). One moment she was visible in the rear view mirror… …then she wasn’t. We got help from a neighbour but Sue ended up with bruised knees and soggy trousers.
I have hardly driven it since as we have had freezing temperatures that have turned the snow into ice and fresh snow and sleet adding to the difficult conditions.
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