Surrounded by love....

The nature of our life pretty much dictates we have more than one car.

This in turn becomes a his and hers situation, not rigid you understand, more often grounded in which is running best at any moment in history.

The Xantia is an estate that I tracked off eBay and bought for a reasonable sum relative to it's age and condition. It runs rather well, almost indecently quickly in fact, holds the road adequately and is remarkably frugal. On that basis it is of course her car.

The 806 is an MPV also tracked off eBay and bought for a very small sum relative to it's age because of the engine fault previouly alluded to. Since buying it it has never run right and so there can be no alternative, it's mine.

Till today.

today of course the 806 is working and, (completly unrelated, to the Citroen's broken glass or the biblical innundation outside) my beloved decided to tell me how much i mean to her, how she thinks of me in her every waking hour and dreams of me when she sleeps. It was a touching display of love.


Moments later she was off up the drive in her 806. Leaving my Citroen behind as the rain lashed down.

It is great to be so loved.....

She is not the only one to whom rain might be significant.

Seldom mentioned here is Perfecto the step son.

He enjoys slumming it in our cottage, well, it didn't used to be a slum and he didn't used to live there either.

But anyway, I digress, as I said yesterday, he has gone off to be a film star, well an extra anyway in this film being made about 15 miles from here.

Even his mother does not dote on him enough to get up at 5 am every day for ten days and drive him to fame and glory, so he has been dispatched to camp.

Now, the chances of Perfecto camping unsupervised for nearly a fortnight without some calamity are close to nil, so here I sit waiting for the phone.

will his tent collapse?

Catch fire?

Could there be a flood?

will the wind carry off all his possessions?

The dice is rolling.......

R