Apparently, a day later mum said to dad that considering she'd given me the 280E all those years ago, it was maybe time she got herself a new car and gave me her 2 year old Saab 9-3.
In between times, the last few of her cars have gone to my siblings, so she thought it was my turn.
So, yesterday, mum took delivery of her new car (a BMW 540i) and her Saab 9-3 now sits in my driveway, or at least, it would if I had a driveway.
It is out in the street behind Fiona, as though it is sniffing Fiona's arse. I feel kind of sad, when I should feel happy. I don't think I am ready to give up the 280E just yet.
Good thing, I have a double car garage out the back off the laneway in which to park both of them.
Of course, he has already been named Bjorn, of course he has. (Something about a tall toned lad with thick blond hair and piercing blue eyes, who has a penchant for tight baby blue t-shirts. Oh yes, the guys got fully into it at the pub the other night, Bjorn had had everything done to him by the time those drunks were done) All of my cars have had names, none of which I have given them. I’m not really into naming cars, but they have all had names, none the less. And I have used the names as much as anyone, despite not really being into it.
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