Further to my last post, the camel's back hasn't merely broken.
It has been shattered into its constituent verterbrae.
We have had the week from HELL.
It's been so bad I couldn't even write a blog post without bursting into tears. Mostly to do with our 'new' car not being fit for purpose (our fault) and having to try to negotiate with the car dealership to either get our money back (unlikely) or for them to try to find us an alternative car which will do the job we need it for (also unlikely in our limited timescale).
Namely towing our caravan.
We've been meticulously researching suitable cars for 3 months, and the car we just bought would be absolutely perfect in every way if it were 6 months younger. However in a freak million to one chance, the particular model, of the particular year, has a ludicrously low noseweight limit, far too low for our caravan. So it although it would easily be powerful enough to tow the caravan, exceeding the noseweight limit is illegal, and consequently our insurance would be invalid. Sadly we didn't discover this until after we'd bought it.
Honestly, you couldn't make it up........
Yesterday was particularly bad and both PP and I spent much of the afternoon in tears just from sheer frustration, stress and worry.
We WILL lose money on the whole fiasco, and our confidence over the whole towing endeavour has taken a huge knock. There were points yesterday when we were ready to sell everything, including the caravan and go and live in a cave like hermits.
Yes, you can laugh, but this is just the tip of the iceberg, not to mention the camel's back.
So, with all the messing about this week, I have jettisoned entire volumes of to-do lists for Thame. If you're coming on Saturday, do feel free to step behind the stand (no. 26) and give us a hug.
It would be much appreciated.