All’s ready for the big departure, with campervan groaning on its axles,under the weight of gas, water, food and outdoor living gear. Why we require 4 chairs, 2 tables, 2 bikes and 2 scooters .... only Sue knows. Every time I mention weight, she adds another item with “ it’s not very heavy “. Then the boules appeared. Oh yes I stamped my foot. Have you ever picked up a set of boules? You could use them for weight training at the gym!! As a concession, we are taking the boules but only 4 instead of the 6 normally used in a game, leaving a few kgs free for a couple of bottles of fresh water.
Oh, talking of water. The other day when I managed to let all the water out of the tank and boiler, it didn’t soak away. Several days later there appeared to be more than ever lying on the surface. I panicked, assumed the worst, and rang the Water Board in case there was a burst pipe on the driveway. Checked the insurance policy. Phew, up to date with payments but no chance of a repair at such short notice. They expect the home owner to be present while they dig up your property!!
Now in headless chicken mode.
Service engineer arrived yesterday, used his special rod to open the metal flap on the pavement and extracted a fancy tissue from the pocket of his bright yellow, high viz vest, to wipe the dirty dial on the meter
Pause for effect ........... the needle was motionless, not spinning like a whirling dervish. The trip’s still on.
You just never know who or what ,might put a Spaniard in the works. John Lennon said that not me.
Oh, talking of water. The other day when I managed to let all the water out of the tank and boiler, it didn’t soak away. Several days later there appeared to be more than ever lying on the surface. I panicked, assumed the worst, and rang the Water Board in case there was a burst pipe on the driveway. Checked the insurance policy. Phew, up to date with payments but no chance of a repair at such short notice. They expect the home owner to be present while they dig up your property!!
Now in headless chicken mode.
Service engineer arrived yesterday, used his special rod to open the metal flap on the pavement and extracted a fancy tissue from the pocket of his bright yellow, high viz vest, to wipe the dirty dial on the meter
Pause for effect ........... the needle was motionless, not spinning like a whirling dervish. The trip’s still on.
You just never know who or what ,might put a Spaniard in the works. John Lennon said that not me.
So here we are, with the front door locked, engine ticking over and Sue, stood in the middle of the road, holding up the traffic, so that I have a good run up the slope and hopefully don’t leave half the van on the drive. Ok this is it, Thunderbirds are go !!!!! X
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