To say that I am annoyed with myself this week would be a HUGE understatement indeed! I. Am. Furious. with myself.
Let me begin…Last week, thanks to the best parents in the world ( i.e. mine) I got my very first car! Woo-hoo!
It’s a beauty. I have been tentatively driving around Swansea ever since. We’ve been down to Bracelet Bay with the children, we’ve been for a Joe’s Ice cream, we even made it up to the Valley’s and on to Craig-y-Nos Castle without so much as a hiccup to knock my new-driver- confidence. I was loving the freedom that having my very own car had given me. I love not having to rely on other people in order to take my children on days out. The Kendall’s couldn’t have been happier.
Until, that is, I popped down the road (literally down the road!) to visit my Nan – serves me right really, I should have walked there and not been so blimming lazy – but no, I drove. On getting in to a parking space, which didn’t even look particularly tight, I scratched my beloved car! Not just a little scratch – a big one, with a big dent to boot! I couldn’t believe it, I’d had it for less than a week! So, my perfect, immaculate car – my very first car, now has a major imperfection and my confidence in my driving has plummeted. Yes, it could have been worse – another car could have been involved, I could have caused someone an injury, etc etc but this doesn’t make me feel much better. I see now that this is the reason most people have old bangers as their first car, perhaps then it’s not so soul-destroying if they have a bit of a scrape. Oh well, what can I say but, lesson learned – the hard way.
If anyone knows any cheap bodywork mechanics though, please get in touch…