Old Faithful

The view from the window half way up the stairs again.

A quick trip into Hexham as part of the ongoing search for a new car for Jane. I will be glad when it's all over. To say I'm sick to death of conversations with car salesmen, sorry sales executives, is an understatement. They only hear what they want to hear and 10 minutes after meeting them they appear to be the best friend you've ever had. The more showrooms you go into the more you realise that they are all working from the same script and they all think we don't know. Hopefully it will soon be over.