So… today I drove to Dudley, only to find out that the person I was going to meet had been made redundant on Monday. Nice of them to let me know ! The M6 was a mare of the night. I got to Tamworth services, and got a call from Dave and Holly, who were on the M42 north, Yorkshire bound. He need a nokia in car charger, so I hung out for him there. We convoyed back which was.. entertaining. Dancing to choons on the radio, throwing maltesers at his car, and a quick pint on the way home. Saw a van nearly wipe itself out – hit the side of the road and bounced across a couple of lanes – I thought he was a gonner. He was OK though. no one hurt. Life on the road. Magical sunset scene, just as we came through North Deignton (a newly discovered alternative to ‘via Wetherby’). Got to the Kestrel and said hello to a few cloud dogs (aka sheep) before blowing the froth off a Guinness.
Here’s something that intrigues me. Driving along at 70 mph. In the car, with only the radio and a mobile for company. All of a sudden, I could smell a fresh pump (wind / fart / trouser jazz – insert your own word here). I didn’t do it. Who did ? How do pumps manage to stay in compact form, from one persons car, through 70 mph headwinds, and get into my car ? How does this happen. They really do, have a mind of their own. like bee’s I guess. If they are gonna go, they are going to try their best to take something else out on the way.