We couldn’t do
much without transport, so at the first opportunity I bought a car. I had to be
careful with money, but at the same time I didn’t necessarily want the world
to know we had come back from our sojourn to the States without money. So I
looked for something with a bit of prestige about it. A three year-old Rover
3,500 in excellent condition and with less than 30,000 miles on it seemed to
fit the bill, and I took title to it with a relatively small deposit.
Thankfully I still had my triple-A credit rating. It was a nice car. It was in
metallic silver with grey cloth trim, and it was actually very nice to drive.
It was not exactly up to the Lexus LS400 I was driving in Florida, or the 730i
SE BMW I was driving before we went to Florida, but I wasn’t complaining. Liz
would not be able to drive it. I learned when I tried to get her name on the
insurance policy that you couldn’t get insured to drive in England within
twelve months of having a seizure. It didn’t matter. I enjoyed driving.
Extract from my book WILL YOU TELL HER, OR SHALL I? A true story. My story. The story of a ten-year journey that at times looked like it would never end. Available on www.booksthepublishersmissed.com.
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