Been planning with me dad like General Montgomery and Patton on the eve of D-Day, sat round the kitchen table sorting out the plan of action for going to see the new Jaguar F Type in the Wakefield showroom. Discussing What we are going to wear (incase captured) and most importantly how covert and stealth we must ultimately be to avoid a sales proposition as we havent £80k between us, and never bloody will. All exited and raring to go I could hardly contain myself. Then we had a minor set back. Mi mother decided to come with us. This had a Laura Ashley visit wrote all over it. However she was adamant shes just coming for the ride. I Must be a sodding clairvoyant cos thats exactly what we did, and made a day of it. Laura Ashley citrus blossom and nectarine hand-wash, 7 bastard Aviary Garden cushions and a ready made Bella butterfly curtains. CHRIST id been well and truly deceived. Never mind a spanner in the works but nothing we cant handle. She says then shes just going to sit in the car whilst we go see this mystical feline named car when we get to the Jaguar garage. Bargain as that means me and mi dad can still be illusive . Avoiding the sales team like the plague, even sitting in the car and opened the boot with a few selfies inside. All this done strategically, quietly and stealth like we said. Andy McNab and Bear Grylls couldnt had done it better. This was surly turning into a successful mission. Until the show room door opens and in walks the mother like hurricane bastard Katrina and goes and sits at the sales desk in the twatting Jaguar showroom with a cup of tea. 48 months or 60 Jean? Jesus H Christ!!
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 16:46:33 +0000
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