Miracles do happen (a.k.a we sold the van!)

We finally sold the van, the 1994 Ford Transit. My first car.

For those of you who don't know, we bought it in February last year when we started renovating our appartment.

We really should have sold it a year ago when we finished, but someone (ahem!) was quite happy driving it to work every now and then. And let's face it, you really need a van to go to Ikea on Saturdays (so you can put the two picture frames that you bought at the back of it).

It has also helped two of our friends move house, and it's done more than its fair share of trips to the skipyard to throw away rubbish from the communal attick.

So it has been a great van, and a very functional one, apart from that one time when it broke when we were on our way to the airport and that it wouldn't start in winter.

But what a pain-in-the-bum it was to sell! I'm so glad it's sold now!

I was getting pretty tired of these weekly, sometimes daily, phone conversations with Turkish men (for some reason it seemed to attract that part of the population).
Them: "How much mileage does it have?"
Me:"Hmmmm... I don't really know because the meter has gone probably gone around - at least once!"

Them: "Is it rusty?"
Me: "Yes. But just on the surface!"

Them: "Have you done any work on it?"
Me: "Well... Er... We changed the fan belt?"

And they came to take a look at the car (always with a friend), called someone to have a Turkish conversation, and said they'd get back to me, but never did.

Some added bonuses were that:
- it still had its winter tyres on (in May!)
- the radio stopped working last month
- we hadn't washed it. EVER.

Thinking about it, it was a bloody MIRACLE we managed to sell the damn thing!

But eventually we found a buyer. He was a real handy man and has already painted the beauty (he was so cute and sent me a picture of it afterwards). I hope he'll have as much fun with the van as we did!