I had the opportunity to drive a brand new Ford Fiesta ST for a week!
When this sexy beast pulled into my driveway, I could hardly wait to get behind the wheel! The guy who dropped it off assured me he’d be back to fetch it the following Monday, no matter how sweetly I asked to keep it longer.
Even the steering wheel looks happy!
The Fiesta ST has Recaro racing seats which were a tad uncomfortable for my overweight backside hugged me tight but with the extra length of the door on this hatch I battled to reach the seat belt once I was in the driver seat.
It has metallic pedals, and lights in the foot wells when it gets dark.
Does this look inviting or what!!?
It has an option for automatic headlights so I didn’t forget to switch them on and off (which I often do) and it has Ford’s SYNC which meant I could talk on the fly without touching my phone AND I could listen to my playlists when there was nothing on the radio.
The Fiesta ST comes in 5 colours, and the one I drove was Race Red – I think this and Frozen White may be my favourite colours in the range.
I love the keyless start ‘coz its just too damn cool, and being a bit of a petrol head, having some of the engine noise inside the cab made it VERY hard not to put my foot down (my score on a driving app I downloaded on my phone completely tanked in the week I dove the Fiesta)!
Make no mistake, its a hot looking car.
It radiates power with a mean grill and a low slung front end, 17″ alloy wheels and long slim headlights.
The 6-speed manual gear box has super smooth changes and low revs in the 1.6 Ecoboost turbocharged engine make for fantastic fuel economy.
Its got loads of boot space too, so after a wedding on Saturday I could go back on Sunday morning and load up with all kinds of vases, jars, boxes and decor without worrying about space.
I loved it. I love the power and the control, and you can feel the turbo kick in when you pull away… But I’d get myself into all kinds of speeding fine trouble if I got to drive this car every day!
~~as per my Ladybloggers pledge, I must state here that I was not paid to write this blog post
and that all opinions contained herein are mine and mine alone~~
There is a small ceramic plaque displayed in my parents’ house that says: “Vader worden is een gunst, vader zijn een hele kunst.”
I can’t remember how long its been there, and I think its in Dutch, but I always figured it meant something like “Becoming a father is a blessing, being a father is an art” (I’m not sure what the translation actually is). I never doubted in my heart or my mind that my daddy knew what it took. Every time I read it I thought, “Yup. My dad has it down.”
I have a daddy. A dad. My dad. And thanks to modern medicine my daddy darling is still around for me to call him and wish him for Father’s Day!
This year he and my mommy darling took a spur of the moment trip to KZN so whilst I didn’t see him today, I love that he and my mommy darling can and do still indulge in such spontaneity in spite of what life has thrown at them!
Since I fell pregnant with my boy I have had mixed feelings when Father’s Day comes around… On one hand I want to celebrate it and have a big family get together and make a fuss of my daddy darling. On the other hand I wished my son had a father he could celebrate it with.
That sadness has lessened every year though- over the last six and a half years- because my son has the most amazing step dad in my husband, my Glugster, my sweetheart, my rock.
My son and I are exceedingly blessed to have the Glugster as a part of our little family.
This year I made my Glugs breakfast in bed and I let him sleep late (he was a little hungover from a friends’ stag party last night). I also baked him a banana bread, which he loves but I’ve never made, and I gave him a set of braai tongs WITH A TORCH IN THE HANDLE!! If you know my man at all you’ll know how he loves being master of the braai, and usually takes his own braai tongs along so he can be sure he can “do things properly”.
As we had no plans and it was freezing outside he got to spend the day lounging in bed, napping and watching TV!
Happy Father’s Day my Glugster, and happy Father’s Day to my daddy darling.
I am truly blessed.
Or rather – I knew we were carrying a weight, I just don’t think we realised how heavy it was.
Our knucklehead is happy. He’s been gone just three weeks and has a week to go in his “trial month”. He is very keen to stay and we’re really hoping they are in agreement and he will stay on and complete the full year’s internship.
To hear him so excited and engaged when I talk to him on the phone gives me such a lump in my throat!
When I called him this morning to ask about his weekend away he said, “I lived my dream, mom!”