well, even by my usual standards, this is a weird one. Yesterday went looking for a caravan to possibly replace my campervan. Having looked at a few, came to the conclusion that if I got a caravan, my vectra might have a few problems towing it. Well, the next logical step is to get something that could tow it. Unfortunately there was nothing of note in the newspaper, except for a Ford Escort Xr3i cabriolet. Me and Loz chatted it over and declared that it couldn't hurt to go and have a look at it. Off we drives, and lo and behold, the chap has this beautiful black convertible ready for us to look at. So, while we are having a dekko, I spot a Range Rover. I ask the guy if it's for sale, and he tells me no, but he does have a 4x4 Vauxhall Frontera. Having gone for a test drive in the Escort, I check out the Frontera. Both me and Loz were impressed and then went for a test drive in that. Loz had to shoot off to work, so I went to pick up mother, and, long story short, we went and bought both of them. I now have four vehicles registered to me. Not sure why though. Both the new ones are soft tops, so a miserable rainy summer is now on the cards.
After all this, we still had to sort out Martha, the Campervan. Having emptied all the shit out of the back of it, the bloke turned up with the flatbed to collect her. He had some difficulties getting into the drive, but managed eventually. He then tied Martha to a winch, and heaved her up onto the back. It was the single most terrifying experiences of my life. Well, this week anyway. So, off she goes to have the engine fixed, and when she is back running, off she goes to a place in Colden Common to have the interior sorted out. Then it's the high road that beckons.
Peace out dudes.
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