Cast your mind back to GOM Chapter 9 when I mentioned the GOM going
off into the wild blue yonder to do battle changing a car. I should
have finished the story and said that my friend ultimately sold his
car – the good cop/bad copy routine worked a treat – and he got a
great deal. Erm, the one thing that no-one thought about at the time
was that the new car is a coupé, somewhat smaller than his former
vehicle.
“So
what” I hear you say. It now dawns on us that we're all driving
North – including Choo Choo who will be staying with my friend's
daughter and son-in-law whilst he is away.
Common sense prevails and we have a committee meeting and decide that
we should have a “dummy run” to see if we can actually fit
everything into the new car.
What
follows is like a scene from a Brian Rix farce
(I hope there are some of you out there who will remember his
brilliantly funny theatre!)
Here's the list:
3 cases to stow, 3 carry-on bags, Choo Choo's cage (which thankfully
does collapse flat), her bed and food for two weeks. Miscellaneous
bits – i.e. Choo Choo and me – plus a survival kit for the
journey, blah, blah, blah.
To
make the dummy run authentic Choo Choo and me decide the obvious
place for us is in the car – a very good move on our part. We are
keeping schtum (say nothing – especially in
circumstances where saying the wrong thing may get you into trouble).
We are keeping our heads well below the parapet.
After much huffing and puffing (and the obligatory strong language)
surprisingly the dummy run works although Choo Choo and me now have
several additional bits and pieces that wouldn't fit in the trunk.
It's a good job I'm vertically challenged!
I think they deserve a beer after all that work and I can return the
tea towel to the kitchen which I used to stifle my giggles.
We are ready to roll tomorrow.
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