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A car Salesman’s day off!

So what does a car salesman do on his day off?
Normally, he gets up late then visits the pub! Question answered!

So I though I would blog about my day so far… yes it’s a Sunday, the sun is out and

I’m not at work! My girlfriend is at work (she’s in car sales too,) so the day is my own… so what am I up to?

The day started by being woken early by Girlfriend’s Cat who decided it would be a good idea to run round the entire house at 100 mph with her claws out so it sounded like we were having extensive building work carried out! Add to this the occasional leaping onto the bed from what feels like the chimney pots!

Awake now… obviously!

Nice cuddles before the alarm goes off as one of us is going to work.

As days off are pretty rare within the Motor Trade what I’m about to say might sound stupid… no… correction… WILL sound stupid! I have a day off to myself and I’ve decided to go for a run! Yes a fucking run! Don’t get me wrong I am into fitness, I have 2 pairs of running trainers which cost more than I like to remember and a gym membership which obviously never gets used!

There is some sort of sense in why I decided to run… I have enrolled in a 10k and 2 half marathons within the next few months so I really should start properly training!

So Rother Valley had the delights of me in my shorts for a morning run. 7.73 miles later, I’m a sweating mess and in need of coffee. Those of you in the Motor Trade will know that coffee is needed in a morning and lots of it! So Starbucks drive through got a visit from a gasping, sweaty, red faced customer this morning… and as it was a drive through it cost nearly the same as my running trainers… robbing bastards!

Back home for a much needed shower.

Well that’s what I thought. My god, Sunday fucking drivers are the fucking worst! WHY WHY WHY?! I understand that it’s nice to go out on a Sunday; I’d like to do it myself – but if you’re going out surely it’s better to actually get there! 30 mph through a 60 limit is not acceptable in anyone’s book! Too much traffic to get past so I opted to sit right on the bumper to try and force the idiot in a Saxo out of the way! This didn’t work… down to 22! FFS… I’m hot, sweaty, tired, in need of a shower, not had coffee and being held up by Grandad in his piece of shit that’s worth less than my recently purchased Starbucks. So at the first opportunity I turned off to stop my self ramming him out of the way!

Eventually made it home, downed the million pound coffee and jumped in the shower.

So with the rest of the day to myself, (it’s 20 degrees, lovely day,) I’m just going to jump in the car, sunglasses on, windows down, tunes pumped up and see where I end up. Sounds perfect doesn’t it. I think everyone is doing the same! All Grandad’s friends in similar Saxos are out on the road today and even the traffic lights are taking the piss out of me too… red, red, red, red!

Finally out of the city and into the country side – giving the new demo some stick… unfortunately not a Type R this time but suppose there isn’t the potential to lose my life or licence in every twist and turn that appears!

Hungry… pub, view, pint, burger, yes!