…or just make it work? Purleeeeeeease…

Eventful morning this morning, then. Firstly, as usual, we were rudely awakened by several furry kilos of greyhound, intent on giving us a good morning wash before settling his hefty bulk down between us (or preferably actually on our pillows). The boys think this is really funny and hide, sniggering, behind the bedroom door after they’ve let him in, watching the chaos unfold. Don’t you just love the school holidays?

Secondly, the car had to go back down to the Opel garage in Dublin as the fuel gauge is still telling outrageous lies and the dashboard is lit up like Blackpool Illuminations. This would have been alright (as it’s the third attempt at a repair, it’s on the house), only we got all the way there to find that they didn’t actually, as promised, have a car big enough to accommodate the aforementioned several furry kilos of greyhound, and having squeezed him into the back of a Corsa last time (he’s never been quite the same), I had to put my foot down and insist on a decent sized car.

Being half girl, half chicken, I’m not much good with confrontation, but I did start to get the hump. I do also find that Hubby, being the owner of an exceedingly short fuse, comes in very handy in these circumstances. All I had to do was phone him and tell him that having driven all the way down to Dublin, they didn’t actually have the hire car they’d promised, then hold the phone a little way from my ear while he ranted, raved, swore and generally raised hell. I then told him, sweetly, and within earshot of the service desk, that of course I would tell them that any further problems would result in him telephoning the General Manager direct and voicing his concerns, and that of course I would let them know exactly how angry he was and that he may well be tempted to take his business elsewhere. Miraculously, when I got off the phone, they’d found me an Astra, and all without any actual complaining on my part.

Oh and while we were there we took a look at the new Opel (Vauxhall to those of my homeland) Antara. It’s surprisingly nice - very big and chunky. I might have to transfer my allegiance from the Discovery and Range Rover Sport (I know, I know, but I live in a field and our roads are made of Leerdammer) and start to drop hints in Hubby’s direction. When he’s calmed down, obviously…

No Comments »