Tuesday 17 August 2010

Tempting fate - tempting, isn't it?

A car in the offing

So, this is probably tempting fate, but we're so far along the process I really don't see what harm it could do.

We live in a village, and if there is one thing village people (note lack of capitalisation there - we are not that 70s singing group) are good at it's networking. Obviously being newbies to the village (having only just embarked on our second decade here) we don't actually get spoken to by anyone, or indeed referred to as anything apart from 'The English Family'. But we do use the local car repair guy who has built up a very good business over the last ten years or so.

It started as a kind of small workshop, and he sometimes sold the odd second hand car or two. Now it's a pretty much fully-fledged business taking on things like windscreen repairs and a breakdown service. Anyway, to cut the long, boring story short, he has a car for us and, because he's really working at his business, will register it for me.

In the meantime he has loaned me a cute little Citroen thing - it's tiny but it works, which is more than I can say for the late, lamented Super Punto. This has meant that I haven't been cycling much (it's horribly rainy at the moment) and since my chef is back at work this week we haven't used the trains much either.

So - hopefully, the car will be registered this week which means the blog will be (with any luck) redundant from next week when I go back to work.

Before I hang up my Commuter Blog Hat forever, though, I'll try to post a picture of Super Punto, the tiny Citroen, the new car and - of course - the star of the blog: my Shiny New Bike.

9 comments:

Drake Sigar said...

Well I hope you continue to blog anyway, and find new subjects which are as equally fruity.

On an unrelated note, does your village happen to sell those German crisps called Grills? After nearly two decades without them, I still have the craving.

Sho said...

I'll blog - I've been sucked into it now...

As for my village, it's like a one-horse-town where the horse has either run off or died (or both). It sells nothing apart from Brötchen.

Grills though. Are they sort of puffed up curly crisp (chip) type things? And can I detect a whif of ex-military...
:)

Drake Sigar said...

Hmm, I'm not sure how to describe them. If you squint really hard their shape is a little similar to a cartoon fishbone. The packets are brown, and large white letters spell out the word Grills. Below that is a red label which says Smiths.

And good guess. Actually my father was military, I lived in Germany during my most precious childhood years. *Sigh*

Sho said...

Jepp - I know them.
As for being a military brat - well, funny how we all manage to congegrate and find each other...
:-D
We were in the Northern Part of Germany. Flatter than a pancake and a really really small town.

Yelbakk said...

Drake Sigar,

about the middle of this link, there is a picture of Grills (and what sounds like a recommendation). The description says they're from Belgium...

http://janeladi.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html

Yelbakk

Yelbakk said...

Sorry if I appear to be spamming, but I am hungry at the moment, and that makes the thought of chips/crisps so appealing. Anyway... You can actually buy Smiths Grills here:
http://www.hollandproducten.com/product_info.php?language=nl&info=p313_smiths-nibb-it-rings--90-g.html&

Don't ask me why a Belgian product is sold at "Holland Products"...

Y.

Sho said...

I think I'd rather eat my own earwax... but then I'm not a big fan of Crisps and the like.

Y - for goodness sakes save us all and eat something!!

Geosomin said...

You made me gigle with your comment about being "new" in the village after being there over ten years. Friends we've recently visited in England said the same about their village home after being there "only" 7 years...:)

I like your new car BTW :)

Sho said...

Oh yes, my parents live in Yorkshire - although only one of them is a navive - and even now they are incomvers after nearly 30 years...

I like my new car too!