Not sure why I’ve found it so hard to get the car ready to sell. It wasn’t as if I could drive it anywhere (no WOF) and I was keen to get whatever cash I could for it before it deteriorates any more. But still, I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to do it.
Poor Peej, sitting for 4 months now and looking very forlorn out the front of our house. I noticed her tyres have started to go down a bit, her hope deflating a little every day. A couple of Seraphine’s toys still lying in the back even though the child seat is long gone. The warm, hand-knitted blanket that came with the car still sitting primly across the back seat. The front console stuffed with receipts and parking coupons. Two wheels are up on the verge (our street is one of Lyttelton’s classic narrow roads hugging the contour of the hill like the glorified horse track it is) and the grass is trying to grow around her. She is a sad sight, and starting to look abandoned.