UPDATE:
1) I tried removemycar.co.uk as suggested. The quote it gave me was £0. This may be something to do with my extremely remote postcode.
2) My wife and I headed for our local Honda dealer because they were advertising a car that looked promising - 67 reg - so very new. And very different to our old Mk I Jazz. (I prefer the old one. I find the new one very claustrophobic, but that's just me.) However, I reckon that a Jazz makes sense, and my wife is happy with it (which is the main thing!) so we agreed then and there to buy it.
We were not driving our old Jazz at the time - we went in the Berlingo. The reason for this is that my wife believes the old Jazz is a potential death trap. The garage that did some work on it a couple of weeks ago gave not indication that they thought the car might rapidly become dangerous, and I took in for a four mile drive on Thursday and didn't see a problem. But my wife is terrified of it, and wants rid of it. The local garage will check it over on Tuesday, just to make sure.
So we were in the embarrassing position of saying "We'd like to trade in our old Jazz - how much will you give us for it?" when we didn't have it with us. The salesman asked us questions about it, and said "we value it at £250, but we'll give you £500." Which was a nice surprise!
3) However, in addition to all this, I mentioned to my sister a week or so ago (before my wife became terrified) that we hoped to be getting rid of the Jazz on the off-chance that she might be interested. We showed her a copy of the 2 week old report from the local garage, and a picture of the rust on the back wheel arches. And yet she is seriously interested in having the car for her daughter (my charming niece) who is at university. She is still very interested. My wife still doesn't want her to have it just in case it kills my niece. The fact that my sister lives at the opposite end of the country, 588 miles from me, means that I really wish she wasn't interested - and that we could just unload it on the dealer. However, I feel obliged to give her first refusal . . . . The joys of life.
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