Life’s a Journey…
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Don’t you just hate when the suitcase wont close. It’ll be all those tins of beans and Ray Mears book on how to open them. Being stuck in a car with three oul duffers, one of whom insists on bringing a case like a trunk so his dress kilt wont get wrinkled, leaves little space for luxuries like suit bags… so some passengers will have to be scruffy and happy with it. I plan to be entirely rude and keep my ears plugged in to some manner of contraption playing music for the duration of the journey. I’m also reliably informed that somebody has spilt milk in the car and it now has that baby boke kind of aroma that anyone can do without when travelling the breadth of Scotland and England. They’ve booked the 3.15am ferry on Friday since it was a whole big £20 cheaper. I would have happily paid the £20 for a nights sleep. Of course they have all peaked at the age of perpetual insomnia and only require a quick snooze at the wheel. I on the other hand, still need 8 hours per night or I turn into a venomous witch!
One of the main reasons for my accompanying them was to help with the driving but now they just want me to go along as a mascot and breakfast chef. The driver is a lovely man but sometimes gets disorientated, the kilty has anxiety attacks over anything and everything (lucky me will be sitting beside him in the back) and my Dad is of course entirely sane (not that I’m biased or anything) and keeps the other two focused unless he actually shuts up and dozes off. I doubt if I’ll sleep much on the way with all the back seat driving from Mister Anxiety and the need to watch for the right junctions so we don’t end up in London.
Survival tips welcome.
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Use it as research for a TV show that you’re writing. SOunds like it’d be a hit already
I was almost hoping that the doggy sitter wouldn’t be able to doggy sit so I can opt out but no such luck. I didn’t mention that Mister Kilty is also a self made martyr with a sense of humour that rates minus ten on a scale of 1-5 and the other two can’t be serious for five minutes. It should be an interesting week.
A75, M6, A69, A1(M), A70 somthing or other and Bob’s your navigator… easy peasy… where’s my SatNav ,, olo
A75, M6, A66, A1(M) briefly, A66, A171… You’d think that would be straight forward… but ohhhh no, we had to drive like Sterling Moss and take too many wrong turns because the navigator spent most of his time asleep. Then once arrived they were afraid to leave Whitby for fear of getting lost! NEVER AGAIN. Did I say that already?
This is the time for a novena to Saint Jude.
“O most holy apostle, St. Jude, faithful servant and friend of Jesus, people honor and invoke you universally, as the patron of hopeless cases, of things almost despaired of. Pray for Caroline, for she is so helpless and alone. Please help to bring her visible and speedy assistance. Come to her assistance in this great need that she may receive the consolation and help of heaven in all her necessities, tribulations, and sufferings, particularly (state your request. See Caroline’s statement above) and that she may praise God with you always.”
Bless .. !!!
And
Now ??
hahahahahaha!!!
you should have drained the oil from the car before you started!
Day 8 of the novena…one day left
welcome home ..
I am so tired I can barely move and the only words I can muster are ‘Never Again’! Somehow I remember saying that the last time as well…
Thank goodness I got back before Dave had to do another hocus pocus thingy. Thanks for the thoughts
and I thought I heard a cry in the distance of ‘NEVER, NEVER, NEVER’
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I faithfully did the novena, each and everyday. I tried to sprinkle Holy Water on the post. All I got was a wet monitor screen. Next time burt offerings. With Rob Zombie singing the Hallelujah Chorus.
If you have us.!!!!!!!!! a following Novena ????? is not needed!!!!!! I Hope