Showing posts with label rental cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rental cars. Show all posts

Friday, 2 October 2009

Opinions Saturday week three


So let's find out what you think about .....
....( my opinions are in brackets ....)

Crisps ( I love them but don't eat them- especially at the moment)

Formula One- (too noisey! Not keen.)

Gardening- haven't a clue what I am doing but like the garden to look nice. Luckily my wonderful pal A is a gardener- aren't I spoilt? I wonder if I would get into it if I had more time. My lovely friend B in Seattle is a fabulous gardener, and very good at it. My favourite aunt is also rather green of finger...

Ironing- loathesome. Horrible. Soul destroying. Do it all and then have to do it all again the week after? Could anything be more depressing? I send mine out.

Newspapers- not much patience with them. I have a brief scan, but hate the feel of print on my fingers and it makes me sneeze.

Cars - I love them. The bigger, faster and sleeker the better. I lust after them up and down the motorway. If I was a millionaire I would have one for every day of the week.

Christmas - I miss my dad so much at this time of year I find it hard. I also find all the hype very tedious. I was chatting to my friends the other day, and many of them admitted that they find the holiday really stressful. Too much spending, cooking, clearing, overindulging and keeping the peace. The weather and dark are horrible at this time of year so the Christmas tree lights and candles are lovely, and I enjoy my carols. I love spending Christmas away- if I can't get to Florida and the sunshine, I like to go to a hotel in Scotland with the boys and mum and just chill out. After busy months in the business ( usually September to December) I am ready to take some time out and relax. Not my favourite time of year by any means, but it has its highlights.

Let's hear about you folks?

Sunday, 26 October 2008

Treated like a criminal - part two




Our easyjet flight was over an hour late. These things happen but the frustration was that there was no communication about why. We were called to go out to the plane, and were then left for twenty minutes at the bottom of the stairs waiting for....something. A lot of people rushing around with radios, but no announcements to the gathered passengers, some of whom were left on a staircase balancing small children, babies ( and of course all of that 'permitted' handluggage).

On arrival at Belfast we went to Europcar to collect our prepaid prebooked car. And.... wait for it... they wouldn't let other half drive the car... why?
Criminal record? Barred for reckless and wild driving? No- he has points for speeding on his license. Apparently- it's policy that three points or over and it's a no go. Despite a call to DVLA who said 'eh?' he was told no. So guess what? I am the only one insured to drive on the holiday...

SO GUESS WHO HAS TO DRIVE EVERYDAY EVERYWHERE???

Not something we can take a chance on. The consequences are too awful. Other half is furious and feels really bad. I asked where it was on the easyjet website or indeed the europcar website, and had a lot of muttering about terms and conditions, small print et al. IT SHOULD BE IN RED ON THE WEBSITE- IF YOU HAVE POINTS FOR SPEEDING YOU WILL BE REFUSED.

By the way- the points were put on the license recently when other half was taking teenager to rugby club early on Sunday morning. Done by a mobile van, doing 43 miles an hour in a forty limit. Fabulous!

I am surprised anyone is driving a hirecar anywhere. It is easier to get points than catching a cold. Other half and I do a huge amount of driving..it is almost impossible not to get caught somewhere somehow. Especially in the lakes. I have always had points... how fortunate that I am in an expired period. However hard I try, I usually get caught. There are so many changes as you drive along, thirty then forty then back to thirty then fifty,,,, AGGH!

Anyway, we found our car in the lot. It is a Vauxhall Vectra. Ghastly car. I won't go through the why's for fear of being branded a grumpy old woman...needless to say, it ain't a pleasure driving the thing.