Brae. A gay woman's tale!

Well, Alice Alice has been dropped off at the garage where I bought her.

It is seemingly a bit of a long story, the guy I bought her from, Sandy Dick, has tried to do a disappearing act … but I’ve traced him via Facebook and I have his bank details.  I will be passing all of this onto my solicitor.

In the meantime I had a call from Paul, the welder who rented the workshop from Sandy Dick … who has offered to fix the welding problem as well as the rotten floor problem for me for free… and then chase Sandy Dick for the money himself.

He is also going to have it MOT ‘d for me … at the garage I use for my car (and I trust them!).

Paul is also taking over the garage on a lease … and did not want the reputation of Sandy Dick hanging over his head.

I have accepted Paul’s offer after checking that it would not affect me instructing my solicitors to trace Sandy Dick and pursue him for a full refund on the motorhome … it may take a wee while, so at least by getting Alice Alice made roadworthy and safe, I can use her in the meantime.

I have reported the MOT garage, which was Cowdenbeath Autos ltd and now Fife Vans and Trucks Limited to DVSA … and let them know that I am not the only one with a dodgy MOT … so far I have found 3 others and there will be more out there … what DVSA do is out of my hands … and because they are a limited company I cannot sue the directors (who are travellers).   Hence why I am going after Sandy Dick on a personal basis .. he was the one that knowingly sold me a vehicle that was unfit for purpose and dangerous … and because he is not a limited company I can sue him personally, which is exactly what I will do.

I find it shocking that anyone would sell a vehicle that was unsafe … I wonder what they would feel like if it was their spouse or child that was killed in any accident … I certainly do not want that responsibility hanging over my head … and I think that suing him for the full amount I paid, plus legal costs … plus any costs that Paul incurs (which he will have to chase separately from me) … the stupid man is going to be more out of pocket … but so be it …  you picked the wrong  woman to try to cheat Mr Dick … and I am coming through the courts to get you … and my money back.

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I really thought I had found her.

It turns out I was wrong … my kind and gentlewoman, who I truly thought I would be with for the rest of my life, admitted to being a party girl who just wanted fun in her life…. for me it was a sad loss … and I think, no matter what she thinks just now, she will realise just what she has flung away one day.

Life teaches us so many lessons … not all good, but things we need to learn… in order that we can move on and find what is truly meant for us.

I know exactly what I want and don’t want from a relationship (or friendship) and I am no longer willing to put up with anything less than I feel I deserve … loyalty, honesty and love … someone who thinks they are as lucky to have me, as I feel to have them.   It really is that simple.

It is one of my “can’t sleep” nights, but it is lovely lying here just listening to the rain…. and wee Sprout snoring!

I am thinking about my decision to join Match.com… and although I was wee bit wary about it, perhaps it is the right way to go. At least it gives me the chance to get to know someone before we meet up.

I know, for me, attraction in real life is key… I call it the “ooh” factor… it’s that instant when you look at someone and you think ” yep, I like you”.

I am not sure if I will meet anyone “romantically” on there or not… I am certainly not going to rush into anything just for the sake of sex, been there, done that, got the shirt!

My life is good, I don’t need anyone to “complete” me… and I am tired of relationships that just end up going nowhere.

If I do meet someone, she will be a woman happy with her life, strong and independent, who, like me, wants a relationship that will last, otherwise it is just a waste of time and emotion… and I have wasted too much of both to want to do that again.

I guess I just want that feeling of peace, that I only get when I love and feel loved equally in return. The feeling of belonging and being home.

When and if that happens to me again, then I will treasure it, even if it does end up making a fool of me again.