What a sight...

...hill.

Spent the wettest part of the day in carland having a traipse round the showrooms in the hope of finding someone honest and with integrity to sell me something at its real value. Silly me.

The worst place was where I was leapt upon by five anoraked gentlemen as soon as I entered the forecourt and when I went into their officey bit I was offerred four coffees before I'd even told them what I wanted. Then, trying to discuss a deal, the salesman leapt up several times to have a mysterious chat with his manager. He was doing as he was telt, though, because he left his computer screen on for me to see which told him the line of procedure when the customer was being obstinate, protesting at their ridiculous prices and clearly seeing through their sales-pitch guff.

Needless to say, my old vehicle with its bangs and clatters remains in my possession outside the house.