Today I awoke with a little spring in my step for a few reasons. Firstly I was picking up my (yes I am so allowed to call it MINE) brand spanking new Ford Territory that was my prize for making it to the Top 5 Kidspot Bloggers. This is one of the very few quality perks I have EVER had from almost 6 years blogging. Sure, there is the occasional swag bag filled with pasta, breast pads and cleaning products or some shampoo sent from a PR company, but today, for me, was PAY DAY. She’s been a looooong time a comin’! Secondly, I got to skip the School run as I had to catch the train to Campbelltown to pick up said car. Any chance to get out of that and I’m in – even a train trip to Campbelltown will please me these days. The peace! The quiet! The scenery! The no children!
So, off I sprung to Bowral train station bright and early. Rob and the girls dropped me before School and I even felt like I was important. Or had a purpose, somewhere to be. To do. Besides the supermarket, or ballet. It felt good. The grey brigade were in FULL force. Puffer vests galore but a very pleasant train that made me feel like I was travelling in the countryside outside of London. The sun was shining and it was quiet. No children to be seen. Anywhere.
I sat on the train and watched the world go by. I admired my new yellow handbag picked up at the Garage sale and thought how nice it looked against my scarf. I listened to old ladies chatting about where they were going to get their lattes when they arrived at the MCA on their day trip. Big Bowral issues.
It was pretty. And it struck me – I actually do live in the country. Funny that.
After an hour I arrived in (much warmer) Campbelltown. I am ashamed to say that I have never been to Campbelltown. I walked around trying to find an ATM and then couldn’t get ANY money out because I had none in the account. I tried some phone banking, only to transfer the money to a weird account that meant I still couldn’t get money out. I tried my credit card, but had no idea what the pin was. So, I walked to the car dealership instead of grabbing a cab, only to realise that it was literally 2 mins away from the station anyway. Der.
I was met by Joe. A small, stocky, friendly man with a firm handshake for someone with such small hands, who reminded me of a hairier version of Danny De Vito. Exactly as you would expect a car salesman to be like. Except he was so sweet. In between signing paperwork I soaked up the sheer maleness that exists in car dealerships. They are just SO blokey. There were men in cubicles, with car like jackets on, chatting in manly tones on their phones. Men in groups making polite chit chat and saying things like “Yeah mate, I just couldn’t get the Mrs over the line on this one.” Men in small meetings talking about targets, and stuff. I wonder if car companies will ever get it right with realising that women are the ones that make decisions about cars for families? Or even for their husband’s?
Then, after much hand shaking and congratulations, and not ONE question (winning) asking me what a blog was, I met Helen, who showed me the ins and outs. Helen was a champion. She laughed at me as I giggled like a kid pressing all the buttons and asking her “what’s this one do? Hey Helen, what about this? And this one? Helen, what does THIS ONE DO?” Helen, because she was a woman, didn’t make me look under the bonnet once, and focused on stuff like cup holders and putting car seats in and making sure my radio was tuned to 702.
After about 15 minutes the strangest thing happened. They gave me the key and bid me farewell.
I immediately called Rob (on my blue toothed connected phone nonetheless) to say “How can this really be happening?” and after he told me to focus on driving correctly and getting out of the car yard, I hung up, turned on my SAT NAV and headed home. Loving myself sick.com.au
And now, there is this fancy blue car in my driveway. It’s just a car I know, but today it’s shining and sparkling and so much more than just a car. It’s something. Something tangible. Something that says “Hey Beth, well done.” It’s something to show my husband, and my kids, and friends that I did something. That all that writing at my table day in day out counts for something. I mean of course each day I am reminded by this brilliant community around me, but to look out, and see it actually shining at me? Today it just seems to count a bit more.
I’m superficial like that.
Over the next few weeks I’m going to have a series of posts (this is not one of them) to write on topics that have been selected by Ford and Kidspot. It’s going to be good fun – hop on in and join in the ride – there’s plenty of room! And yo! Kidspot and Ford? Thanks. For reals.