Right DT and Tonyav

gness | 17:00 Wed 18th Jul 2012 | ChatterBank

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I`m home and less of the cheek you two!
Interesting few days. Journey to Devon would have been fine if I had not been in a strangely happy mood...Singing along to Rod Stewart who was belting out Maggie at the top of his voice and paying no attention to the sat nav. Forty miles out of my way before I realised that the A34 had changed a lot since my last trip.
No idea where I was so turned up an attractive lane....I was now on Shrivenham golf course. Very pretty.
Found the A303....it was hell. Forty minutes to pass two strawberry stalls. I became very friendly with the couple in the next car until he began to tell me about his hernia operation and his wife raised her eyebrows and wound up his window. 6.5 hours to do a 4 hour trip.
Slimbridge was wonderful. I was unable to steal the life-size cut outs of Chris P and Martin but the man who caught me was kind and told me to keep my eyes open and I may just see the real thing!! Didn`t blink all day.
Graduation went well. I led a small rebellion against the locking of loos for disabled and having to ask for a key to get in. Loos now open and I made two new friends.
Bristol is fun, especially when the Pride March is on. Didn`t have the shoes to join in.
Daughter`s car broke down as we were leaving for Honiton. Had to go home in a bloody recovery truck and was I dressed for it? Not likely and not wishing to risk the arm and a leg silk jacket on the oily seat I removed it. A bit more than a bra under would have been wise but hadn`t wanted to spoil the line.
Grabbed a coat that tied from the waist and attempted to climb in clutching bosom. Do you know how high those trucks are? And they have no sodding shock absorbers! 8 coffees and 4 glasses of fizz and I was cross legged.
The guy agreed to stop at the services....right next to a muddy bank and a puddle fit to pond dip in. One hand on the bosom and one hand on the door left no hands for the floaty skirt which, thanks to the gale god sent as I leapt into the puddle, ended up around my ears. Thank goodness I hadn`t done a Crafty and gone commando. The satin,curly toed blingy slip on shoes died.
Lovely journey home. Joan Baez playing...didn`t argue with sat nav and made it in 4.5 hours to find a pipe leaking in the airing cupboard. Anyone know a good plumber.....Preferably not MrsO damaged.
Sunny-Dave. Thank you for posting post card.xx