A horrible eventful day. It started well. Floss and I found her accommodation easily (we had learned our lesson – don’t listen to the Sat-Nav, he tells lies) and en route stopped off briefly to sight see.
This is the view almost from her house. Not bad really.
I tried to tell Floss about the Severn bore. I am not sure she understood my description. I wonder if she will see it?
Goodbyes said, sat-nav (grrr!) set, I drove off to my mother’s – one and a half hour down the M4. I was trundling along happily when two rather important and necessary looking lights appeared. Panicking, and thinking the car now felt “different”, I managed to get safely to a service station and park up.
And with that, my brain froze. I had no idea where I was so, after a good slug of Rescue Remedy, I phoned the RAC who wanted to know where I was. I had no idea but I used What3Words – mine were “Tower, Crank, Depended”. A bit of a wait and I was rescued, sort of. Many hours later, I have limped to stay with my mother, feeling utterly shattered. The car is not well. That I do know. But come Monday, I will phone a garage and see what they can do.