What a disappointing weekend.
Saturday I took the day off, so that we could go and look at cars all day.
In reality, we only found four or five cars in the paper, and on the Internet.
One of the cars that we saw in the paper was the one that we saw last week, the tatty P reg Clio. It said immaculate condition in the advert, and it wasn’t until we got the address that we realised it was the same car. Immaculate! HA!
Two of the cars had already been sold, and the others were answer phones, or they didn’t answer.
Sunday was/is no better!
We managed to get through to one of the adverts we saw on the Internet Saturday, and arranged to go and see the car.
We turned up, and we couldn’t get any one to answer the door. We tried phoning them, but it went straight to Orange answer phone.
So, while we were in Yate, we decided to try the other advert that we saw on the Internet.
Surprise! We managed to get through to him, and the address he gave us was the address that we had for the other car.
We told him we were outside. He hung up. Or the line went dead.
We saw both cars parked in the little car park next to his neighbour, and his neighbour confirmed that the cars belong to that house.
We believe that the two cars, and the other cars in that car park all belonged to him, because all of them wasn’t taxed, and all of the tyres was shiny black.
He was some sort of trader, and he had set up multiple phone numbers to point to the same phone so that he doesn’t get caught out.
We have seen no other cars Sunday afternoon.
Will I ever get a car?