Just washed my Peugeot for the first time in.... ever?
That gold paint really doesn't show the dirt. And where I lived before, there were car washes nearby. And when I moved temporarily, even though I was driving 80 miles a day, there were even more car washes, and one did a mini-valet for £12.
In this benighted spot, apart from the fire brigade doing a fundraiser every September (getting your car washed with a big fire hose is
fun), there's nothing. The last time the car was washed was Boxing Day, when a neighbour did it for me - I think he decided I was letting the street down. (Actually, that's maybe not true, I might have been back west and found a car wash since then.) Maybe driving with two ice-cream cones melting and holding them outside the window to prevent them getting all over
moi wasn't clever.
So we're going to visit relatives tomorrow. I'd have been too embarrassed to take it to anyone's house like that, never mind the ferry trip. So yesterday I googled for a car wash nearby. Good grief, if anybody is looking for a business opportunity south of Edinburgh, there's one right there. Got an address in Fairmilehead. Looked a bit unpromising on the map, and I thought it might be a home address of someone running a mobile service. There was another one, but quite a long way away. So I dialled the first one (as I thought), and asked if this was an actual drive-through car wash. Oh yes, close at six. Fine.
Sloped off from work early afternoon to find the place. Nothing there. Residential address. No time to go looking for the other one which was further away anyway, and actually
forgot that someone had told me to try Sainsbury's at Straiton (which might be a DIY, nobody was sure), even though I actually passed it. Got back to work and checked what I'd dialled. I'd read the wrong number off the computer screen, and phoned the real car wash.
No time to do anything else, so I gave in this afternoon. Bucket of hot water, Fairy liquid and a brush. Rinse with garden hose.
Well, the car's going for scrappage in a month. Obsessive detailing wasn't really going to happen. It's clean enough, honour is served.
And I think you're all quite barking mad!
Rolfe.
