Yorkshire, Lincoln and back again!
Yorkshire, Lincoln and back again!
29 August 2012 09:30AM
Well what a nightmare Saturday night was. Stuck in a field for a couple of hours waiting to be rescued and my prince never came!
Dream on!
Not a bad week actually and I did seem to plough through lots of work, to end the week wearing my nanny hat and playing with Barbie and friends. Ever counted how many hats you wear? Well, pretend play is always good for the soul and there’s nothing like creative craft -namely glitter pictures – and a Disney movie to help a girl unwind on a Friday night. Saturday, the house went quiet for a few hours and, I was home-alone with Butler and Gracie which turned out to be even more therapeutic – a few ball games and a couple of walks, in between planning another book. By Saturday night I was s-o-o-o chilled – just what the doctor ordered. Then I was persuaded to take a drive on Sunday morning to an event at the Lincolnshire Show Ground which I thought may not be my thing but, I was prepared to give it a try anyway as a few of my mates had gone.
Uhm! Do I say BIG Mistake? No ‘cos that would sound mean to my travelling companion who I invited to come with me and I have to say, he was good company and we did have some great conversation, not to mention plenty of laughs. Did I have to go all the way to Lincoln to do that? No! Then to get stuck in a field….. I’ll explain.
The event was an annual conference lasting a few days and hundreds of people in attendance seemed to be either camping there or had taken small caravans. Neither of which appeal to me, hence I joined the many dozens of day visitors who parked in the large car park provided – Field – which was slightly boggy in parts due to the weather but generally, not bad considering.
Now the sun shone intermittently and I suppose I couldn’t complain feeling sorry for all those poor souls who stayed overnight, as it chucked it down for hours after I left.
Whilst there, it was good to bump into a few old friends…not literally bump of course and they are not really OLD if you get my meaning, but most of the day was then taken up with a couple of seminars, one of which was interesting, the other quite frankly boring. But I’m not a complainer and I was determined to make the most of the day. It’s always good to have new experiences, don’t you think? Trying to be POSITIVE, but cold and damp in a gigantic marque , it was good to be with like-minded people all sharing a common interest – our faith, but I was looking forward to getting home and climbing into my warm PJ’s and cosy bed, thanking God that I was not one of the happy campers! So what happened? Quite frankly I don’t know. Queuing to get out of the field like you do at these sorts of events, I was not aware of any wheel spin or problems. Trekking through the grass at a steady 5 miles per hour I became aware of a fowl burning smell and joked with my travelling companion as to how horrible it was and where could it be coming from? I hoped it wasn’t my car. Ha! Ha!
Then smoke began to puther from below the bonnet and the words, ‘it is my car. Get out quick it’s on fire,’ could be heard, as I turned off the ignition and thought I was the first to jump out when I realised he was gone! W-h-a-t? I can’t be bothered to tell you the whole story and I’m no mechanic but I suppose you can imagine the rest. What a fiasco. Where is the number for your breakdown when you need it and why will they be a couple of hours getting to you and it is cold and damp and going to rain and suddenly you need the loo and… and…. and what are the options if the car has to be rescued to the local garage. Oh no. It doesn’t bare thinking about. Will I be squeezing into someone’s sleeping bag after all and waiting till daylight to sort the problem. What were the other options? Find a travel lodge or to phone a friend?????????? Or just wait and see what our friendly recovery man has to say.
Four hours later I arrived home and now waiting to see what my local garage have to say. We checked all the obvious things, well he did not me! Convinced it was the clutch but after a couple of hours of going nowhere it seemed to be fine. Uhm! Explain that one. An escort to the motorway and a steady drive home, trying not to change gear. What was all that about?
Sunday, a lovely chilling out day, going nowhere and this morning up bright and early for the office and the car still smells burnt out.
We will see!
Chat soon.
Anna
