Funeral in Wales
That manages to get two of the saddest words in the English language into the same sentence. If you think that's bad…drove there in an MPV.
Sadly, Lou's grandmother passed on. Funeral was in Swansea and so I suggested we travel there with Lou's Mum and Dad. Thought of getting the four of us in the little Polo, then driving all that way, then having a funeral, then having sausage rolls, then driving all the way back, was a little daunting. Only variable in the equation was the car, so…decided to rent an MPV!
Brilliant idea! Rented a Citroen Picasso. Air con, little fold down trays in the back for passengers to eat off of ('thank you for flying Air Mac, we are ready for departure so please ensure your seat belts are fastened, your trays are in an upright position and that you've been to the loo'), plenty of leg room and so on. After driving it, I now realise why every MPV you see travels in the middle lane doing 75mph - they have no acceleration and are terrible to drive actively, however, once you get up to speed you can jut sit there and bicker about what CD to put on.
Worked a treat though. Got on the 25 by half six, then down the M4 and was in Swansea in plenty of time.
After service, saw that priest was having crafty fag. Odd to see a priest smoking, like seeing a policeman in uniform smoking - unexpected. Suppose though, that faith in afterlife means you can smoke all you want and not really give a toss about fatal consequences.
Back to the car…
Had cleverly loaded up cool bag with BLTs, crisps and snacks. So, just before Severn Bridge, was able to pull into service station and sit in car eating packed lunch. Transported back to many another service station sitting in car looking at grey weather and wondering if food in Little Chef would be better than packed lunch. Have since learned answer, hence packed lunch.
Now rather like the idea of a big car, and have always liked the idea of sat-nav (although had enjoyable squabble with father-in-law about where in Swansea to go). Cousin at funeral was tooling around in Landcruiser with sat-nav. Apparently you have to get CDs of the area you are travelling in - I assume the Amazon, Sahara and other wild areas come fitted as standard but you have to buy Surrey for extra. Typed in address of place were tea was being held after the service, some typical Welsh street name with far more 'L's in it than should be allowed. Of course, there were bloody thousands of them, but narrowed it down and got there in the end.
So am now big car convert and rather fancy the idea of a bloody huge 4x4. Having said that, the next time I got in the Polo, it felt like a sports car and moved like a rocket!
Sadly, Lou's grandmother passed on. Funeral was in Swansea and so I suggested we travel there with Lou's Mum and Dad. Thought of getting the four of us in the little Polo, then driving all that way, then having a funeral, then having sausage rolls, then driving all the way back, was a little daunting. Only variable in the equation was the car, so…decided to rent an MPV!
Brilliant idea! Rented a Citroen Picasso. Air con, little fold down trays in the back for passengers to eat off of ('thank you for flying Air Mac, we are ready for departure so please ensure your seat belts are fastened, your trays are in an upright position and that you've been to the loo'), plenty of leg room and so on. After driving it, I now realise why every MPV you see travels in the middle lane doing 75mph - they have no acceleration and are terrible to drive actively, however, once you get up to speed you can jut sit there and bicker about what CD to put on.
Worked a treat though. Got on the 25 by half six, then down the M4 and was in Swansea in plenty of time.
After service, saw that priest was having crafty fag. Odd to see a priest smoking, like seeing a policeman in uniform smoking - unexpected. Suppose though, that faith in afterlife means you can smoke all you want and not really give a toss about fatal consequences.
Back to the car…
Had cleverly loaded up cool bag with BLTs, crisps and snacks. So, just before Severn Bridge, was able to pull into service station and sit in car eating packed lunch. Transported back to many another service station sitting in car looking at grey weather and wondering if food in Little Chef would be better than packed lunch. Have since learned answer, hence packed lunch.
Now rather like the idea of a big car, and have always liked the idea of sat-nav (although had enjoyable squabble with father-in-law about where in Swansea to go). Cousin at funeral was tooling around in Landcruiser with sat-nav. Apparently you have to get CDs of the area you are travelling in - I assume the Amazon, Sahara and other wild areas come fitted as standard but you have to buy Surrey for extra. Typed in address of place were tea was being held after the service, some typical Welsh street name with far more 'L's in it than should be allowed. Of course, there were bloody thousands of them, but narrowed it down and got there in the end.
So am now big car convert and rather fancy the idea of a bloody huge 4x4. Having said that, the next time I got in the Polo, it felt like a sports car and moved like a rocket!
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