Oh my gawd! Would you believe it, one day here and I’m on the rubbish run! He loads my boot with all sorts of goo for the Bray recycling centre. Tetra paks, tin bottles, all sorts of smelly stuff. He can hardly close the boot lid. Reality check! Does my bum look big in this?!
Thankfully, “she” gave me a good brush and tidy when we got home- we girls must stick together!
Bertie’s still a bit tetchy, “I live here” he tells me, “you’re only being fostered for year”.
We will see about that!
I was sorry to say goodbye to the girls at Blanchardstown- nice party! Looking forward to seeing my new home.
First impressions? Nice leafy garden, pity about the house. All scalloped curtains and Habitat galvanised planters each side of the door- so 1980s!
He’s a bit of an Alfa petrol head, talks endlessly about Nuvolari Campari, Ferrari and racing at Monza. Quite harmless I suppose, but he’s doing my head in!
She’s much quieter, and quite pretty, for her age! (I was told to say that!!)
In the gate and I see a GT Bertoni glowering at me from the carport. “So you’re the new girl in town” he asks gruffly, “why aren’t you red? All Alfas are supposed to be red!” “Get a life Bertie” I mumbled under my breath – typical Italian male! Rumour has it he’ll be moving out- that carport looks good to me!
"This is my turf"
Welcome to Alfa Romeo Real People. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!
Share on Facebook
