Into the breach

Do you remember from Fridays entry about the insurance assessor coming to view the car.

Well, my prediction was right he has submitted a valuation on my car that is no where close to where it should be. So I decided to phone him. Alan Bathgate from T&T engineering, 25 Barony Street, Edinburgh.

Anyways, I asked him where he plucked this assessment from and he stated that he had consulted a Subaru specialist and had investigated the market price via various websites. On asking him which specialist and which websites, he became unstuck and all wonky donkey and refused to tell me. So you just made it up then did you mate. He started shouting down the phone, totally unprofessional conduct. I have one word that describes him but will refrain from using this, however it reminds me of that famous F1 racing driver James Hunt.

Listen mate, who you shouting at, you wouldn't be speaking like that if you were standing in my driveway now would you. Why don't I come up to the office and talk to you about it face to face. He declined.

Needless to say, Im currently in dispute.

Got home to discover a letter that says they want to take the car away tomorrow, so im out in the dark taking the final photo of the 'preza before it gets towed away. Taking these photos on the Iphone isn't the best, but I will be back to normal levels of service soon when the nice people at Samsung fix my normal camera.

Had a great moment with the kids this evening, Ruby, Holly and I were doing Choo Choo trains (like the conga) around the living room, up the stairs, into the bedrooms, we pause in daddys room and tickle each other until we are blue. Then Ruby leading the way, heads down towards the stairs. Woo Woo Choo Choo and as only a three year old can tells holly and I that we need to Scooby down the stairs. Not sure what this is, however she demonstrates by putting her legs straight out while sitting on the top step and then shuffles her bum off the top step and effectively sledges down the stairs one step at a time.

This is great fun, except for the fact that £8.99 of my £9.99 boxer shorts are now wedged up my jacksay, any further and I would have been appearing as a guest of bizarre ER. It was like a hoover tube when it catches the curtains.

Connie is in a rotten mood, I am unable to establish why as she is a woman and they are far more intelligent than us mortals and it will be something complex and not able to be fathomed by a mere male. Probably something to do with the fact that nobody seems to like her middle age Teal ( see previous updates.)