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World of interiors by Jonathan Ross
03 September 2015
WORLD OF INTERIORS
Of course as a company we are always urging our clients to ensure that vehicles are returned in a decent condition. All dents and damage repaired and everything in accordance to the BVRLA’s guide lines on FW&T. So it’s only right that I should lead by example. My accident record remains one of irritating ‘bad luck’. It’s wing mirrors that get hit by white vans going past me to fast in narrow lanes, windscreens that get chipped, and tyres that get damaged in pot holes because our roads are so badly maintained, and don’t get me onto the subject of curbing wheels. But in the most part it’s the day to day upkeep of the interior that I find so hard. For many years my co- workers have told me that I don’t treat my cars with the reverence they deserve. I know that I have a problem keeping a car clean and tidy. Somehow combining kids, dogs and living in the country with an immaculate vehicle interior remains a challenge too far. My defence has always been that whilst I might not be to hot on car management it’s my wife’s fault. Banana skins, biscuit crumbs, empty water bottles, foot prints on the back of seats and roof lining (sadly not hers or mine). She in turn blames the children who are unquestionably the true guilty party. A carry over from their bedrooms to the car and let us not even talk odours! In truth I have been carrying a bit of a complex over this. I note with envy Richard who I travel with often seems to be able to maintain a showroom condition as he does with house, office and briefcase. Am I a slob, have I lost control? What happened to tidy desk tidy mind AHHHHHHHHHHHH I find myself confused and ashamed!!!!!!!!!!!!! So here is a further confession perhaps one too far, but you see this has led to me looking into parked cars as though I was casing them for a stereo theft, in a desperate hope for reassurance. So while I am waiting to pick up the children on the school run, or dropping them off at a kid’s party or sport event, looking to be reassured I sometimes take a sneak peep into other parent’s vacant parked cars in the hope that they might prove to be as hopeless as I am. Sadly in the most part they are not and I am left feeling inadequate and exposed. So imagine my delight when I stumbled across this succession of crime scenes parked outside a client’s offices. My detective’s nose led me to conclude that the staff in question all use their cars to commute to work. As yon can see from the images, here is proof that outside my own world of pain is a universe in which I am not alone!
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