Thank goodness I am feeling more myself at the moment. Himself pranged the nice Mitsubishi Phev to the tune of £1500 just before Christmas. It was an altercation with a concrete flower planter. Apparently it leapt out and smashed the front left wing of the car in a menacing act of wilful destructiveness. The flowers of course were not owning up to anything. They were dormant. (The unwashed and rather indifferent youth who have the vote). A little Shakesperian licence don’t take arms!
Anyway we had it made safe to travel with. I think this is another Brexit allegory!
I said this is an unlucky car. (My husband drives it). I like the new red one, lets just get a new car I said.
Unbeknown to me, Himself had a conversation with the insurance agent who said He would lose his no claims bonus claiming for this damage. I said at the time I would pay for the new car. Expecting to pay on the purchase.
It turns out He was doing a deal with the garage to fix the car, which means I will have to pay over the top for the new purchase to the tune of the £1500.
I am not having that I said this weekend. So I phoned the insurance agent. It will cost the excess of £50 plus’s a couple of hundred over the next two years to get the no claims back to base.
Happy days I thought. So I phoned the garage and said words to the effect that if you put blood and stone in the same paragraph I do t want to pay for the damage. I want to pay the balance closer to the book value for the old car for the difference the new car will cost and get the work done on our insurance. They don’t have the bumper in stock or available on back order anyway, so they can’t sell our car until it’s fixed.
If they want their sales volume to look nice, I don’t want to spend out having my Husbands prang fixed on His behalf. I don’t mind stumping up for a shiny new car, but he can sort out paying for the damage by paying the increased insurance premiums for two years.
It might make him think twice before driving the car into a concrete flower planter. The new car has motion sensors all round, so I think it’s probably a good investment! I rail gunned him about not ignoring the motion sensors:-)))
Now if I was talking EU and UK politics I would be saying the same thing. The UK just drove the country into a concrete flower planter and pranged the front wing of the economy and relationship to the EU. I don’t think the EU should have to pay for parliamentary mismanagement tactics of the Tory party. It’s up to the UK to stump up the damage costs from their own budget. In this case, unfortunately the UK taxpayer is the underwriter. They voted for Brexit so they pay. The remainders will have to lump it, the same as my Husband. They didn’t put up a good enough argument at the ballot box.
In the meantime, all the silly people who want to buy German cars in the UK, hold your breath, as the EU have to decide how much ground they are going to give on the increased charges for free trade and visa free travel, and all the other significant benefits of being in the EU, like the Customs Union, and no borders in Ireland. I like Guinness and especially Dublin Porter. The Irish need to sort out how they will get Clew bay Oysters and Guinness on the same plate. Having Said that I do like Murpheys as well, but you can’t buy it in bottles here.
All everyone wants is a shiny shiny new car with lots more gizmos and a happy Husband. He gets the new car Monday. I just don’t want to have to pay for the prang to the car. He can accept if he prangs the car he has to pay more insurance!
Can you believe I treated my classic 1992 MX5 to a respray for my 60th birthday present. It wasn’t on the drive six hours and He reversed into it. He cracked all the original number plate mount. The PHEV has a reversing camera. I feel for Saudi Women. I hate being driven by my Husband.
I insisted He payed for a new mount. It’s not the same. He broke my car. It’s a bloody nightmare living with a man who can’t reverse a car, park it in a tight parking space, or drive at 60mph when it’s fully loaded. I have got to the point of distraction. I actually tell Him to pull over and let me drive when it gets too bad. And I don’t want to drive the car. I just don’t want to be His passenger!
Oh, and the other conversation I had with my Psychiatrist yesterday when describing this situation, was that I am sick of getting in the car. He keeps it like a mobile rubbish tip. He never cleans it.
She said I didn’t need the stress, get it valeted! I love girl talk with my Psychiatrist. I said I will organise it. The garage are going to recommend a valet service. About £40 for an hour. It won’t need polishing. If the lazy sod won’t clean it, He can pay for a valet.
Anyway we had it made safe to travel with. I think this is another Brexit allegory!
I said this is an unlucky car. (My husband drives it). I like the new red one, lets just get a new car I said.
Unbeknown to me, Himself had a conversation with the insurance agent who said He would lose his no claims bonus claiming for this damage. I said at the time I would pay for the new car. Expecting to pay on the purchase.
It turns out He was doing a deal with the garage to fix the car, which means I will have to pay over the top for the new purchase to the tune of the £1500.
I am not having that I said this weekend. So I phoned the insurance agent. It will cost the excess of £50 plus’s a couple of hundred over the next two years to get the no claims back to base.
Happy days I thought. So I phoned the garage and said words to the effect that if you put blood and stone in the same paragraph I do t want to pay for the damage. I want to pay the balance closer to the book value for the old car for the difference the new car will cost and get the work done on our insurance. They don’t have the bumper in stock or available on back order anyway, so they can’t sell our car until it’s fixed.
If they want their sales volume to look nice, I don’t want to spend out having my Husbands prang fixed on His behalf. I don’t mind stumping up for a shiny new car, but he can sort out paying for the damage by paying the increased insurance premiums for two years.
It might make him think twice before driving the car into a concrete flower planter. The new car has motion sensors all round, so I think it’s probably a good investment! I rail gunned him about not ignoring the motion sensors:-)))
Now if I was talking EU and UK politics I would be saying the same thing. The UK just drove the country into a concrete flower planter and pranged the front wing of the economy and relationship to the EU. I don’t think the EU should have to pay for parliamentary mismanagement tactics of the Tory party. It’s up to the UK to stump up the damage costs from their own budget. In this case, unfortunately the UK taxpayer is the underwriter. They voted for Brexit so they pay. The remainders will have to lump it, the same as my Husband. They didn’t put up a good enough argument at the ballot box.
In the meantime, all the silly people who want to buy German cars in the UK, hold your breath, as the EU have to decide how much ground they are going to give on the increased charges for free trade and visa free travel, and all the other significant benefits of being in the EU, like the Customs Union, and no borders in Ireland. I like Guinness and especially Dublin Porter. The Irish need to sort out how they will get Clew bay Oysters and Guinness on the same plate. Having Said that I do like Murpheys as well, but you can’t buy it in bottles here.
All everyone wants is a shiny shiny new car with lots more gizmos and a happy Husband. He gets the new car Monday. I just don’t want to have to pay for the prang to the car. He can accept if he prangs the car he has to pay more insurance!
Can you believe I treated my classic 1992 MX5 to a respray for my 60th birthday present. It wasn’t on the drive six hours and He reversed into it. He cracked all the original number plate mount. The PHEV has a reversing camera. I feel for Saudi Women. I hate being driven by my Husband.
I insisted He payed for a new mount. It’s not the same. He broke my car. It’s a bloody nightmare living with a man who can’t reverse a car, park it in a tight parking space, or drive at 60mph when it’s fully loaded. I have got to the point of distraction. I actually tell Him to pull over and let me drive when it gets too bad. And I don’t want to drive the car. I just don’t want to be His passenger!
Oh, and the other conversation I had with my Psychiatrist yesterday when describing this situation, was that I am sick of getting in the car. He keeps it like a mobile rubbish tip. He never cleans it.
She said I didn’t need the stress, get it valeted! I love girl talk with my Psychiatrist. I said I will organise it. The garage are going to recommend a valet service. About £40 for an hour. It won’t need polishing. If the lazy sod won’t clean it, He can pay for a valet.
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