Well its the morn of Wednesday, so far, this week has flown by quicker than a seagull that has just spotted some new chips being eaten by a spotty, fat and annoying 6 year old boy in a run-down English seaside resort. I'm mostly waiting for some design work to be given to me, but secretly hoping nothing comes through, so then I can get out with my camera to take photos as it’s the most stunning day!
Anyway...back onto things Westphalia Green (that's the colour of Olive we think!) Saturday, Vic picks up the old dog and bone, whilst at the same time enjoying some proper nice food and drink in the shape of two large scones complete with jam and cream, a pint of Bulmer’s with ice and a date with one over-zealous wasp, and rings bay man, she offers him £400 which is a bit cheeky, but hell, you only live once as that highly irritating saying goes! He's not having any of it, it’s a not, but he says he'll take £450, Vic offers it on the button, the bay man is going to get back to us via the witch-craft that is textual messaging.
We spend the rest of the day avoiding getting stung and preparing for a beach fire, when all of a sudden my mobile telephone communications device vibrates into life. I get the feeling that a large bee has just been disturbed by a hungry bear as my leg goes into spasm...I quickly almost crash my car as I reach into my pocket (off course I pull over to read the message...take heed kids!) its from the bay man...im afraid to read it...I read it...
Its says "I will take £450 for it!"
YES YES YES..the excitement is similar to that of discovering you have a kit-kat which is pure chocolate without the biscuit centre and then discovering that instead of 6 Mr' Kipling chocolate slices being in a packet, there is 1 free...bliss!!!
We have her! For £450, and from a cool bloke as well! The bay man was more than helpful in all this and gave us all the information we required as well as a nice brew, which always helps.
Now it’s a case of sorting out a trailer, which Vic does with the utmost urgency. The trailer gets sorted...this weekend could be the time where Olive comes home!
Oh god...the nerves are building!
