The “I’ve got a new car” new car honeymoon phase

Having just bought a new car* I now enter this delightful phase. I’ve been here before but things are going to be different this time. Etc.

*using the term ‘new’ loosely as the said car is actually 11 years old. But, hey, it’s new to me…

Cleanliness is next to Godliness

Car must be washed every weekend. Even a vacuum. A special blanket to be procured from op shop for wet dog to sit upon. No apple cores, bits of wool, unusual pieces of driftwood or ice cream wrappers to be left on the floor. Right kids?

Oil and water

Must be checked at least twice a week. Repeat after me: There Will Be No More Home Brand Engine Oil Anymore.

Give me statistics

Fuel consumption must be monitored via the time-honoured tradition of checking the odometer on fill up and then performing complicated calculation on the back of an envelope. Annette, coming from a long line of women who look down their noses at this type of behaviour, thinks this is hilarious and a sign I’m becoming more like my mother. (Suspect she may be sabotaging my attempts to get meaningful statistics because she keeps ‘forgetting’ to write down how many litres she’s put in).

It’s cruel leaving it out in the cold/rain

Maybe it really is time to build that carport to keep the poor thing out of the rain/sun/cold.

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