Super Executive

I finally took delivery of the car to replace the Volvo V70 at 11.30pm on Thursday night. It is another Volvo V70. After toying with the idea of getting a smaller version for economy reasons, I decided that I needed the space and engine size for future work.

The last one was carted away before dawn in the wind, rain and dark, and the latest was delivered late at night - also in the wind, rain and dark. It was brought from Bradford, Yorkshire, and I never saw it in the flesh until it rolled off the back of the transporter. The purchase was an act of faith which took several nerve-wracking days of trying to convince myself that the whole thing was not a scam.

So far, it seems like a good car but I have only driven it 100 yards to a parking space. I haven't even switched on the engine yet as it was left running by the delivery driver. I tried to adjust the seat but could not find how to do it, but in the daylight yesterday I discovered the buttons and levers which adjust it electronically. This model is a V70 SE. The title of this post is what SE stands for. Swish eh?

I spent a few expensive hours yesterday taxing, registering and insuring it. These things should be straightforward for everyone, but I always seem to get technical problems which triple the time, and they are rarely my fault. Honest.

It will stay in that parking spot until Monday because parking places are rare in central Bath at weekends and the bastards have left me just enough petrol to get to the nearest station.

I will not post a photo of it because I would not want to make you jealous and we all know what boring Volvos look like.