Late……

Late.jpg

Being early is not a problem we have that often, as Steve seems to think that time stops and waits for him until he is ready! When I’m in charge we tend to get there too early. You’d think that after all these years we would be somewhere in the middle and actually arrive on time. I’ll let you know if it ever happens!

Why are we here…?

Why are we here

A couple of weeks ago, there was a storm in England. Not a great big American-type storm, just some really high winds. The powers that be decided to close the bridge that links Essex and Kent, stranding thousands of people in a massive traffic jam, for hours. We hadn’t been planning to visit the mall, but managed to take refuge there – for 9 long hours! By the end, the mall was deserted, half the shops were closed as their staff could not get in, and it started to feel a bit creepy, like we were extras in a horror movie! Still, better than being in the car.

By the way, I love how Steve has drawn Caz having a tantrum like a 2 year old, whilst Stu is smiling cheerfully at the kid in the next car. We all know that in reality, I ate my way through all the sweets I could find, and Steve worked his way through the A-Z of swear words!

 

Don’t be daft, I’m not going that way…

dont be daft im not going that way

Once he gets behind the wheel, Steve acts like Captain Kirk on the Enterprise. He’s happy to have the SatNav switched on, just as long as ‘she’ doesn’t try to tell him what to do. And thankfully, our journeys are usually a bit quicker than a five year mission!

Carole