So, the day dawned and it was raining. The rain then stopped, and I thought that it had finished. So I started to cook breakfast. No sooner had I lit the stove and cracked the eggs into the frying pan…well you can guess the rest. It began to rain again. James retreated to the car and I stood there frying eggs and bacon in a downpour. This is the life! The raindrops did make the fried eggs go a little funny on top, but they tasted fabulous, and that is surely what it is all about right? It is about soggy socks, wet trousers, and looking like a drowned rat with a frying pan….right?
Next it was in the car and off on a road trip. Today was to be a day of fun, as we were heading to see our friends Christine and Sheridan. The last time we saw Christine when she came to visit us in Menorca back in March 2008. If you feel the need, you can scroll back through the blog archives and look for her. She is the one in the picture standing doing the “I’m a little tea pot dance”…’nuff said. Anyway, Christine and Sheridan live in Tottington and we affectionately refer to them as the Top Totties from Tottington. So of we headed down the M6 for an evening of fun. On the way we stopped off at the parking lot of a pub called the Pheasant. We thought that we had been there before, but couldn’t remember, so wondered if a visual would jog our memories. A quick pull in to the car park confirmed that we had indeed, and recalled having a fabulous meal. I quickly got something out of the boot/trunk of the car, heard a little thud of something falling out of the trunk, promptly forgot all about it, got back in the car and drove on………
About 2.5 hours later, just before a motorway service station/rest-stop I suddenly remembered the little thud. And I remembered that right by the area where I was getting stuff out, was the bag with….dum dum duh…..
THE WEDDING RINGS
So can you imagine the stress levels in the car at this point? Now I am normally calm, cool, and collected in almost all situations. I am the steady one when everyone else goes to pieces. Not this time. The realization that I had let platinum wedding rings fall out of the car, in a pub car park that was now 2.5 hours away, in the middle of the Lake District….well, for the first time ever James saw me have a meltdown. I burst into tears while driving, and blubbed to James what had happened. James, poor love, wasn’t really quite sure what was happening, but I think that my total disintegration into hysteria clinched the deal. We pulled off at the service station which thankfully was only about 500 yards further. I leapt out of the car like a gay man being chased by the leader of the American Family Association, followed by James in hot pursuit and opened the trunk. I grabbed the bag that contained the wedding rings, our Dunhill Cufflinks, passports, check/cheque books, and other important goodies and started hunting through it in desperation, like Brittany Spears hunting for her virginity. And so, dear reader, what do you think the answer to this mystery was?
Well, the rings were there. So were the cufflinks. So were the check/cheque books. And so seemed to be everything else. What fell out of the car? I have no idea, but I know that something did and it was from “The Bag of Very Important Things”. I guess we will find out what it was when we are standing in line somewhere and need “Item X”. With relief, while clutching the wedding rings like some tragic bride from a reality show, I burst into tears in the middle of the parking lot. At which point, a Jehovahs Witness selling brushes appeared next to us and asked if we would like to buy something…..(actually it was some strange looking man offering to sell us a book of jokes, but I thought the JW line was funnier). We told him that we were kind of busy (and by the way if someone is in floods of tiers in a parking lot, the last thing they need is some wise-cracking weirdo trying to flog them a book of jokes….try offering Scotch or a Martini next time please) and he scurried off back to his parallel universe. Disaster and tragedy averted, we headed on our way.
A quick trip around the shopping centre of Bury, (which fixed mobile phone issues for David, and slightly fixed them for James) and we were on our way. Next stop…The Totties! Arriving at about 4pm we were greeted by Christine and Sheridan with wine and hugs. What more could we have asked for! Well, a hot-tub, caviar, and David Beckham spring to mind….but seeing as that was unlikely we remembered our manners and hugged and kissed back. We had a fabulous time with them. We chatted, and drank, chatted and drink, drank, ate, drank, drank, drank, and went to bed. Yes, that was where the 8 bottles of wine came in…and went. I guess when you open the first one at 4pm, and go to bed at 1.30am (David and Sheridan…separately of course), and 2.45am (James and Christine….also separately) you have to find something to fill the time. Morning came awfully quick……
More hugs and kisses and we were on our way on Thursday morning. We stopped off at the service station on the way home and that, dear reader, is where the previous blog came in. And I am still behind as it is now Saturday…..lol!
So, on we go! I’ll see you in the next post!
Big Love,
D&J
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