Paperwork.

Tomorrow my car is booked in for its MOT and service. Oh dear. This is never a good day...always filled with foreboding about what it’s going to cost to get it another year. As my old Merc was David’s it is now a seriously old car...but it’s value is sentimental rather than getting me from A to B. I really haven’t been out in it much this year but I do need a car. Living way out of the village means that I would be housebound without it. There are buses but they don’t stop here...so I must keep it going. It’s wonderful how the garage doing the MOT always find other things that need mending whilst it’s there. .... Over the years I’ve got used to this and have mentally put aside enough money to get it back. Today I will sift through piles of paper in my desk to find the relevant stuff from last year. I really must be more organised I know....but today will be a day of worrying about the whole thing. Every year I think about replacing it....something racy and bright comes to mind but I know I’ll stay with the ancient Mercedes for totally sentimental reasons. David and I shopped for it together..every time I sit in the drivers seat I greet him..so I’m not yet ready to buy anything else. I will look through my desk to find the relevant paper, check my bank account and grit my teeth. I have looked at some new and racy looking vehicles but I am reluctant to lose another bit of David. Silly woman! Yes OK...I admit it .I am fond of my old Merc..so I want it to remain here if possible. Today will not be a good day but tomorrow will be worse.. OK. I can do this! I think!