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Country notebook, by Dorothy Stiffe

By Western Morning News  |  Posted: March 11, 2014

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“I’m off to buy a car,” said Reg. Those were magic words coming from him. I never thought he would say them. He had changed his job and been taught to drive, now the girls and I eagerly waited for his return, trying to guess what the new car would look like. We thought it would be his favourite colour red, a large boot for his stones and fossils, and plenty of seat room for everyone. A vehicle stopped. “There he is.” Groans. “No, it can’t be that.” But it was. Reg stepped out of his new car smiling from ear to ear. “Thank goodness it is easy to drive.”

“But Reg what have you bought?”

“A nice secondhand Reliant, a good little three wheeler. The previous owner took the roof off and had a higher one put on. That’s why it looks unusual.” It was grey. We were all disappointed. After a few rides out we began to enjoy going out in it. it was better than having no car at all. We forgave it, it’s strange look for it took us to places we had been unable to get to before. We found having wheels was an advantage. Instead of having to carry goods in rucksacks on our backs we were now able to plonk them in the car. For my housebound mother’s birthday in May we had a picnic in a blue bell wood. A rare treat for her. Now taking her to the doctors or hospital was no bother at all.

When at last the car began to cough and splutter Reg took it to the garage.

“I can’t pick out a good secondhand car so I shall buy a new one. The smallest one that is economical on petrol.” He came back with a little beauty that we all loved. At last he had got it right.

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