"Are you alright?" I hear Richard say as he continues the phone call which has already contained numerous 'Oh dears' and a 'Can't be helped these things happen'.
"Mmmmm", I think to myself. "This sounds like bad news".
Turns out that Richard's car, loaned out earlier to facilitate moving of unwanted furniture from his Daughters house, was rather sick having seriously antagonised a faulty roadside manhole.
'Errrrrr! Manhole did you say?
I did indeed say manhole. A fully qualified, with honours I believe, cast iron mis-behaving manhole. The solid cast iron lid, of aforementioned manhole, was dislodged and askew due to the recent heavy rains. Mischievously it had waited for an unsuspecting automobile to flip it up so enabling a gorgeous crunching and ripping off of rear suspension. The motorist following recounted how he saw a whole coil spring plus associated bits detach from the car and perform a flying parabolic arc before plopping down on the grass verge.
Well what a thing to happen 6 days before Christmas eh! Not exactly the most convenient time for this very specialized wheelchair accessible vehicle to be sick, crumped up and off the road.
To cap it all the inevitable too-ing and fro-ing of phone calls Richard was having to be involved in were eating into his Thursday afternoon of Bridge with the boys! Not good. Not good at all.
I am here, at Richards house in Salisbury, until after the end of year festivities, at which time Sadie, warm and snug with her new upholstery and now matching bedding, will commence the journey South once again.
Barbara, who recently flew down from Scotland to join me for a week is hoping to do the same next March/April and join me wherever I am on my travels. She enjoyed her time here in and around Salisbury. She also enjoyed the sightseeing trips in Richards, now very sick, car. This was fun as we chose to put Richards electric wheelchair in the car as front passenger seat. We had a few surprised looks from people as we parked, got out of the car leaving wheelchair behind. Naughty I know but it gave us several hilarious and giggly moments.
Tanya, Sadie and I are nearly ready for the off. Except that is for odd niggling problems which will hopefully be sorted soon with more of the inevitable and expensive spare parts which are winging there way to us at this very moment. I'm not sure whether new stainless steel gas connecting hoses come under the category of Christmas present but they will certainly be 'the roast turkey' if they solve my tricky fridge problem.
All that remains for me to do is to thank you, my faithful blog readers for your loyalty and positive feedback over this past year. Receiving from you a supportive e mail or comment when far from home is always uplifting and welcome.
As a bonus. I have a Christmas present for you all. I am going to publish on my blog a wee story I've written. I hope you enjoy it. I give full permission, after you have read it, to shake your head in dismay and give free reign and voice to sentiments such as: 'He's lost it', 'Poor soul, he was reasonably sane once', or, 'So that's what fulltime solo Motorhoming does to old men .... so sad ... so very very sad!'
SEASONS GREETINGS. LOVE & BEST WISHES TO YOU ALL.
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