Sunday, 19 January 2014

THE CAR THAT DID NOT WANT TO GO...............



THE CAR REALLY DID NOT WANT TO GO……………..

........be sold that is!

We have bought a new car, well new to us that is; it is a 1997 Peugeot 806 people carrier, except for us it is to carry dogs!
Two reasons for the change are that we would prefer a left hand drive, living in France permanently and secondly we have been looking for something with a gear change that suits Ruth and her short legs!
The short legs mean she has to push the driver’s seat right forward which leaves the gear “stick” virtually behind her in our aged “Passat”. This has caused her long term problems with her shoulder over a period of years.
So we thought to look for a buyer for the Passat. It is 20 years old now and we have had it for 14 of those years, so we know the car pretty well. It has only had just two owners!
It goes well, just been to UK and back, but it has a few noises and idiosyncrasies that we have just got used to!
We found a buyer by way of a site on the internet here in France... although I had not yet placed an advert. I explained that there were some things that would need doing if he wanted to test it again after its test runs out in March next and the chap duly arrived on the train the other day.
We have decided on a price of 200€ cash, which I think is very fair especially as I had put 50€ of diesel in just the other day.
 I collected him from the station and drove out of the town before handing over to the prospective buyer!
 Firstly he let the clutch out with a double jerk giving the engine and transmission a violent thump and activating a worn engine mounting with a clunk.
“The clutch is going”, he said positively.
I grinded my teeth and thought “oh no, another wally, who knows all about mechanics but has never had dirty hands”!
I told him that there was nothing at all wrong with the clutch, but yes there was a worn engine mount but it gave no trouble provided you drove “kindly” and did not ram the clutch in and out like a ...... I left the final words unsaid!
We continued towards my home where he was destined to leave me and proceed on his journey back north to wildest Brittany. He continued to pick spots off the car just as if he was buying something for 5000€ or even £.
200€ or even £ represents I think today something like 20€ or £ in the 1970’s when we were never paying more than £40 for our cars until the red Jaguar came along. Perhaps it is even less!
Just after passing thorough our village, I took him on the longer route to show him the road he would be taking home. We climbed a railway bridge and down the other side and quite suddenly the fuel gauge took a dive! This really gave my driver/buyer a grievance and he wasted no time in bringing my attention to this fact.
I was staggered, this had really never happened before and I could think of no reason for it.
“It must have been when we climbed that bridge that did it,” I said mystified.
I had already told the chap that he was in luck as I had put 50€ worth of fuel in the car only last week, to last me over Christmas!
His only comment was, “I might run out on the way home,” He had shut his ears to what I had told him previously, that he had enough fuel for about 400 miles.
We stopped at my home and he said he didn’t want the car, there was too much to do on it; but at the same time he had been talking on the way home about needing it to just drive around his vast fishing lake and collect rubbish. Why he would have to repair engine mounts and hypothetical clutches just to drive off road baffled me.
So he looked under the bonnet and I showed him the excellent spare wheel and all the tools complete etc.  “No”, he said it is too unreliable I might not get home!”

Ok I said you don’t have to buy it, I will take you straight back to the station; but first I must explain to my wife that we are going because she had fixed some food for you.
We duly parted and I zoomed him back to Saumur station and left him there. Whether he expected me to drop the price or something I just do not know, but I did manage to get in the fact that I now would be able to use all my own fuel.
 I also mentioned that I was retired and only received the minimum UK Old age pension of £100 per week so I was damned if I would let a perfectly reliable if elderly car with 10 gallons of fuel in, go for nothing!
He had been previously moaning at me on the phone for two days that he had difficulty getting to the station because he lived in a remote spot on his own,” so tough”, I thought as I dumped him at the station, he will just have to thumb a lift home after the train.

Oh, one more thing; there had been various English folk involved in the initial enquiry about the car. The first wanted one for nothing and another said it was for a friend etc.
 This “chap” who did come said he had a perfectly good Ford Focus back at home; hum, I thought afterwards, I think he was after buying it cheap and reselling it! Tough then, he was dropped off foodless and car less and train ticketless and all his own fault.
 I did not get round to telling him that I had been a second hand car salesman and HGV mechanic in my dim past! But I did tell him I knew the car backwards and would quite easily take it to the UK and back tomorrow if necessary, without any problems.
I think it was the old car who played up really, after being told it was not even fit to trail round a fishing lake in the mud for the rest of it life!

 POSTSCIPT........
The Passat has gone..... after the incident with the fishing lake man I put two good second-hand tyres on the front to keep it legal and advertised the car through the internet on a local information site for 300€ or near offer.
Had lots of enquiries but finally a client came last week, younger chap, quite pleasant whose father, sensible chap has been living here in France for over 20 years.
This client had a mate who is a Volkswagen mechanic and he quite happily paid us 280€ and drove the car back home a couple of hours away.
I reckon the mechanic friend had told him that this particular model of Passat was the best one that Volkswagen had ever made.
As I mentioned before, it had lots of noises that we had just got used to over the years but the build quality was superb...in over 20 years it never had the engine touched except for very regular oil and filter changes (5000 miles without fail). No components had needed changing, just drive belts and timing belts, it was even on the same clutch after almost 191,000 miles! So off it has gone to start a new life and I hope the new owner pops a cork of suitable sparkling wine, when it eventually hits 200,000miles! Oh, the car behaved impeccably on the test drive with its prospective new owner... it approved!
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Friday, 27 December 2013

IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE AND THERE IS A PROBLEM!



It’s Christmas Eve 2013 and something has happened.

There has been a bad storm come across the Atlantic Ocean and caused chaos in the UK just before the holiday period. It has been pretty rough here too with very strong gale force winds and very heavy rain.

We were happily watching the problems in the UK on the Daily Telegraph web site when all of a sudden the internet ceased to function on my computer.
On setting out to see if the neighbours had a telephone service I noticed our telephone wire running from the supply pole close to the house had been re-routed around the sharp edge of a new electricity.... well it’s not really a pole, rather a junior pylon that has been erected during a planned replacement programme of electricity service in our area.
This junior pylon is right next to where its predecessor was located but just a bit nearer to our roadway. Consequently and maddeningly previously unnoticed by myself, this new junior pylon is in direct line between the spindly wooden telephone supply pole and our house. Our and only our, telephone wire has to negotiate this super new mini pylon and its even newer sharp cement edges. Even more maddeningly, the gales of last night and today have happily rubbed the said wire up and down the sharp cement surface sufficient now, to stop our phone working.
Of course like many maddening things, it is a bank holiday tomorrow, Christmas Day, and the nice lady at our telephone company I spoke to, from our neighbour's phone (all working nicely, thank you,) did say that she would report the problem straight away but it would take two or three working days to fix!
I’m just thankful that I live in France as Thursday is “Boxing Day”,  here it isn’t, it’s just another “working day”; working day one! Friday is working day two, so depending on how much other storm damage there is to fix we could be in with a chance of being back on line by the week end........ if we were still in the UK, when are the next “working days” after Christmas Day?
They could be the 2nd or even 3rd of January!
Mind you, there is another alternative, while Ruth is looking the other way I could just get my extension ladders out and splice it myself, tomorrow...!
Postscript:
We were out visiting friends for lunch on Thursday (26 Dec), on returning we could see our phone was fixed. A bright shiny metal band had been mounted on the junior pylon and our phone line duly attached to that...all clear and working...
Within 1 working day....cheers France Telecom!
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Tuesday, 12 November 2013

MEDICAL DRAMA AND HELP BY NEIGHBOURS


Ruth, (my wife of 48 years) contracted shingles 12 days ago.
It actually began a week or two before with increasing fatigue and then erupted on Friday 1 November with a small "button" just like nettle rash close to her left eye.
   On the Sunday it became worse quite quickly and by Monday and the visit to out local Doctor, her left eye was closing and the eyelids inflamed. The "button" was by now a large eruption of oozing pustules and the rash was spreading across the whole of the left side of her head.

The doctor is very sympathetic and with one glance telephoned the local eye consultant surgeon for an immediate appointment. The local doctor then gave her a thorough examination, provided a load of medication and sent us to Saumur where all the local consultants have their premises.
  The eye specialist gave her eye a good look and pronounced that the inside of the eye was not infected although the insides of the eyelids were covered in small pustules of the infection. She wrote a letter for Ruth's local doctor and also provided medication and careful advice on how to proceed.       She also made an appointment for a check up in three weeks time.

On arriving at the chemist (pharmacy here in France) I was gradually joined by several neighbours and friends, (all French) who were seeking medication for this and that. They all proclaimed their distress and went to see Ruth who was sat in our car outside. They stated unanimously that she must see a 'conjourer' as the situation looked grave and certainly not good to look at!

Next morning (Tuesday) I visited one of the good neighbours who's husband ( the very first neighbour we ever met, on our first week end here in 2003,) is seriously ill. Her daughter was there at the same time and both of them insisted on making an appointment for Ruth with a 'conjourer' who they knew was very effective. My friend's wife came with us to show the way and make introductions. 'The conjourer' was an elderly lady of indeterminate age but most certainly in her 80's. She took a look at Ruth's face and eye and said the problem was advanced, it would take perhaps three visits to do any good. By this time (Tuesday afternoon) the eye was totally closed and the eyelids resembled water filled balloons. Within four hours of the lady beginning her treatment, the eyelids were noticeably less swollen and the eye was beginning to open!

That same afternoon our neighbour from next door, brought a supply of "special" water for me to bathe Ruth's head. She has continued to supply this. Also two more neighbours, both in their mid 80's who live across the road, came to see how Ruth was progressing. They had been waiting in the doctor's surgery the day before, and saw us briefly as we departed in haste for our rendezvous with the eye consultant.

Two more "conjourer" treatments later, and Ruth has her sight back although the site of the infection is gruesome still, but no longer progressing. It has stopped and under control.

The medication provided by the health service has been very good, particularly the drug specific to counter the illness called "zona" here in France. The health service in France is in one word "superb".  When you need help and treatment it is there and quickly. Everyone here is a "private patient" and treated with speed and care.

But, without the kind help by our concerned neighbours, for which we are most grateful, we both feel the situation, had it not been arrested quickly by the good lady 'conjourer', would have been far more serious. Her treatment was unquestionably effective and virtually possible to see the improvement as she worked. So life has even more surprises! Then to cap it all, the old lady is the mother of a popular local "boule de fort" player who I know quite well!
ends KS